“My apologies,” she whispered quickly as she slid the deposit slip across the counter to the woman. “Thank you for coming in.”
Two seconds later, as the woman turned to leave, Stephanie dropped down and yanked her phone out of her purse. She put it on silent first and then glanced at the screen.
Did you get your package?
I can’t do this right now.
Are you ignoring me?
No. I don’t think that is possible because you won’t go away. You are doing everything but calling me, and frankly, it’s making me upset.
Good. You understand.
Understand what? That you’re annoying?
That I’m not going away. We’re having a baby, so we need to talk.
Are you pregnant?
We are.
Again – are YOU pregnant? Hmm?
I’M AT WORK
You are pregnant with MY CHILD
AKA ‘We’re pregnant’ because WEEEEEE ARE MARRIED
Don’t cop at attitude with me unless you’re naked…
Then you can say whatever you want because I’ll be focusing on anything BUT your words.
Clicking ‘Call’ she ducked down behind her desk and hissed into the phone the second she heard it pick up. “I’m at work, and we’re not doing this via text, Lance!”
“Fine. See you in two hours.”
… And hung up on her.
“What?” she blurted out and lifted – only to knock herself on the back of her head hard on the counter above her. As she stood gingerly, dropping her phone back into her purse, she winced as Natalie and Lila walked over.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh my gosh, sweetie… that sounded like it hurt.”
“It did,” Stephanie admitted, grimacing. The duo looked at each other, smiling, and eyed her. “What?”
“So, are you coming with us?”
“Where?”
“Weren’t you listening?”
“No. I was working, just like you two should be doing.”
“That baby is making you bitter…”
“Thanks a lot.”