Page 64 of Accidental Baby Daddy

“I’m not pregnant,” I muttered, but I started doing the math, and realized I couldn’t remember the date of my last period. Dick and I hadn’t been having sex at the end, given all the stress of planning the wedding, so if I waspregnant, it was Oliver’s.

The first thing that happened after that thought crossed my mind, was that I felt elation. I immediately imagined a cute little version of the both of us tugging at my hand and asking to be picked up.

And then reality crashed in on me. I was running from my ex who had tracked me down to Wagontown and threatened me. Oliver and I had a crazy, messed up thing going on. His father hated me. My parents didn’t support me.

I was working at a bar and a grocery store and borrowing my house from the man I might be pregnant with. It was all too much, and I started to feel lightheaded.

My breath started to come hard and fast. Gillian sat down next to me, putting her arm around my shoulders.

“It’s going to be okay,” she tried to comfort me, but I still couldn’t seem to catch my breath.

“I can’t be pregnant, Gilly.”

“Maybe you’re not!” she chirped, trying to stay positive for me. “I just thought we should know, one way or the other.”

I took in a shaky breath and grabbed the test from her, going into the bathroom to take it.

“It's not doing anything,” I complained as I came out, holding the test stick in my hand.

“You have to give it five minutes, Lex. It’s not instant,” Gillian explained, and I sighed.

I’d honestly never taken one before. I’d always been so careful about keeping up with my cycle so that I wouldn’t be caught off guard.

I had known that a possible pregnancy would destroy my dreams of escaping my hometown and bring down the censure of my parents and Oliver’s dad. I hadn’t even let Oliver kiss me during the times when I might be able to get pregnant when we were sleeping together as kids.

I sat the test down on the coffee table and slumped onto the couch, the next five minutes feeling like three hours. Finally, Gillian picked up the test, her eyes widening.

“Uh...”

“What does ‘uh’ mean, Gillian?” I demanded to know.

“It’s got two lines.”

I huffed out a frustrated breath. “And what does that mean?”

She put the test down and looked at me. “It means you’re pregnant.”

“No,” I breathed, sinking farther into the couch as all the oxygen seemed to leave the room. “I can’t be pregnant.”

“But you are,” she said gently. “And we have to talk about what you’re going to do.”

“I can’t talk,” I gasped. “I can't even breathe.”

Gillian hugged me tightly, rubbing her hands up and down my bare arms. “I need you to calm down, sissy. Breathe in and out, slowly.”

It took me a minute, but after a few deep breaths, I started to calm down.

“Ok, so, you’re pregnant,” Gillian said when we pulled away from each other.

I groaned. “Yes, I’m pregnant.”

“And I assume it’s Oliver’s?”

“Of course it’s Oliver’s,” I snapped. Gillian winced and once again guilt washed over me. I seemed to be getting hit with a tidal wave of it ever since I returned to Wagontown. This wasn’t her fault. She was only trying to help, and I needed to calm down. “I’m sorry, honey. It’s just... a lot to deal with.”

“Of course it is.”

“Especially now that Dick showed up.”

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