Page 17 of Remember That Time

Tony snickered as he left the bathroom.

I finished shaving, washed my face, combed my hair, and then headed back into my bedroom to finish getting ready for my day. After dressing in a simple pair of faded denim jeans and a white button down shirt, I grabbed my wallet and slid it into my back pocket.

And then I went to grab my cell phone.

It wasn't on the nightstand.

I looked on the dresser, the bed, the floor, under the bed, and the closet. Finding nothing, I went to search the bathroom.

No dice.

Where the hell was my cell phone?

"Tony, have you seen my phone?"

"Look on the kitchen counter," Tony called out from the living room. "That was the last place I saw it."

I walked to the kitchen and began hunting around for my cell phone. I know I'd had it yesterday because I'd taken a call around noon, but I don't remember what happened to it after that.

I was pretty sure it was due to my stress from that call that I couldn't remember. The hospital had called to confirm my appointment to get an abortion and I had instantly felt everything inside of me freeze up. I had been shocked at my reply even after I hung up the phone.

I had canceled the procedure.

I just couldn't do it.

In that instant, I realized that I didn't want to give my baby up, not even for adoption. I might not know who the father was, but when it came right down to it this was my kid and I was keeping him or her.

Now, I had to break the news to my family.

That wasn't going to be easy. My parents would be upset and they would fuss. I shuddered to think what my father would do once he found out. If he ever discovered who the father was, the guy wouldn't live long.

My mother would fuss over me. I was her youngest kid after all. She would fuss and cry and probably read me the riot act, but she would also hug the stuffing out of me.

My brothers would go into protective mode. Hopefully, Henry and Ryan could talk them down.

Nonnawas the wild card. She was the one I was most afraid of disappointing. Her beliefs were a little outdated for this modern world. I had no idea how she would react.

I was already twelve weeks into a forty week pregnancy. I'd been able to hide everything up till this point, but I was going to start to show pretty soon. I already had a small bump, but it was easily hidden by my clothes. At some point, that wouldn't be possible.

I didn't want to deal with all of the questions that would come with people knowing I was pregnant. I especially didn't want to deal with the questions and disdainful looks I'd get once people learned I was an omega.

People could be rude at the best of times. When faced with things that were unexpected or situations they didn't truly understand, they became worse and my family's money could only protect me so much.

I searched the entire kitchen for my cell phone and then moved on to the dining room and then the living room. I'd already searched the bathroom and my bedroom.

No cell phone.

Maybe I'd left it somewhere?

I tried to think of all the places I'd gone yesterday. Luckily, there weren't that many. I'd been to the lab, the library, and a little cafe near the edge of the campus. That was pretty much it.

I needed to find it and now.

"Tony, can you call my phone?"

"Yeah, sure," Tony replied. "Give me a minute."

After a moment, he walked into the kitchen with his cell pressed to his ear. "It's ringing, man, but no one is answering and I can't hear it anywhere in the apartment."

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