Page 29 of My Knotty Mountain Men

I feel anything but fine right now. I feel like my world is crashing down around me... again.

With shaking hands, I grab my phone out of my pocket and dial Jenny as I quickly make my way down the halls heading towards my office.

“Hey, Letty. Everything okay?”

“Code Purple,” I sob out. “My office. Now.”

“Fuck. Okay, shit. Yeah. We’ll be there soon,” Jenny curses.

“Hurry,” I whimper as I hang up the phone.

Once I’m in my office, I head over to the little reading nook I turned into a nest. A place to center myself if I’m having a stressful day at work.

Throwing myself into the pile of blankets, I wrap my arms around some and bury my face into the soft fabric.

Then I break. Deep, heavy sobs leave me as I panic. I spiral, feeling so out of control.

“Shit, Letty,” Jenny’s voice has me peeking my head out of the blankets ten minutes later.

My head is pounding, tears staining my cheeks and the blankets. I probably have a snotty nose, too. But I don’t care because when Jenny kneels down next to me, I throw myself into her arms.

She knows what to do, wrapping her body around mine. “Shhhh,” she says in a soothing tone. “It’s okay. You're going to be okay. I got you.”

“We got you,” Jenna agrees, joining us on the floor. If I wasn’t such a mess right now, I'd probably be a little pissy about them touching my nest, but because it’s not my real nest and I’m having a life crisis, I don’t care.

With the girls surrounding me, I can feel their love, support, and strength coming off in waves. The pressure of Jenny’s hold and having the girls at my back settles some of the panic inside me.

“Better?” Jenny asks. “Because if not, I can start purring.”

I let out a choked laugh. “Better,” I whisper in confirmation.

“Now, wanna tell me why you're scaring the living shit out of us? Did someone die?”

“Ahh. No. Something lives. Is living. Is growing?” Jenna questions, sounding unsure.

“What the hell are you going on about?” Jenny asks. I move my head, peeking over at Jenna, who’s holding my pregnancy test in her hand. Her lips are parted, and her eyes are wide. Her gaze slowly rises to meet mine.

“You're pregnant?” she asks me.

“Hold up.” Jenny pulls back to gape down at me. “You're pregnant?”

“Hence why I’m freaking the fuck out,” I groan, burying my face into her neck.

“Shit, babe,” Jenny sighs, rubbing my back.

“What are you going to do?” This comes from Rylee, her question soft.

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.

“You have choices, you know,” Jenna offers, swallowing hard. “If this isn’t something you're ready for, something you don’t want, you don’t have to follow through with the pregnancy.”

The thought of ending the pregnancy makes my stomach turn. “I’m keeping the baby,” I say with a lot more confidence than I'm feeling. Hell, I haven't even had the chance to really let the reality of the situation sink in.

I am pro-choice, and women should have the right to do with their bodies what they please. It is their body, despite how much the men of this world try to control us.

Men rule the world, Alphas more than any designation. A bunch of fools who think they know what's better for women than the women themselves. It’s a joke if you ask me.

Even if I choose to end the pregnancy, trying to find a clinic that will do the procedure would be hard. There’s one in LA.One.That's it. It’s not right.

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