Page 37 of The Bonus

“He didn’t call?” She scrunches up her nose. “What’s wrong with this dickhead, why didn’t he call?” She sips her coffee. “You know, you keep saying this Gabriel Ferrara is super intelligent, I’m finding it very hard to believe.”

I exhale heavily.

“Well…” She sips her coffee again. “What do you have to tell me?”

“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out.

She puts her coffee cup down onto the table with a thud and coffee sloshes over the side. “What do you mean?”

“What else could I mean? I’m pregnant.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, I’ve done six tests.”

Her eyes widen. “It’s his?”

“Well…I haven’t had sex with anyone else, have I?”

“Fuck.” She puts her hands up to her temples as her eyes hold mine. “When did you find this out?”

“Monday.”

“It’s Saturday.” She frowns.

“Yes…so?”

“So you haven’t told me for five fucking days?”

“I was trying to get my head around it.”

“Fuck,” she whispers as her head begins to catch up. “Oh fuck…Grace.”

“You said that already,” I snap.

“What did he say?”

“Gabriel?”

“Yeah.”

“He doesn’t know.”

“He doesn’t know.” She gasps loudly.

“Sshh.” I look around at the people in the tiny café. “And neither does anyone else. Keep your voice down.”

“Oh my god,” she whispers. “He doesn’t know.” She puts her head into her hands. “He didn’t wear a condom?”

“No.”

She holds up her hands in question.

“I’m on the pill.”

“You forgot to take it, didn’t you?”

“No. I did not forget to take it,” I snap.

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