Page 111 of The Good Girl

She looks up at me in a daze. “I’m pregnant?” It sounds like a question, even though the proof is in front of her.

“It looks that way. Maybe we should make a doctor’s appointment just to make sure.”

She nods mutely as her eyes fill with tears.

“Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

“Okay.”

I climb down and hurry around to her door, tapping it lightly. I hear her moving before the door opens.

Legs is called legs for a reason. She towers over me, and her legs are where most of her height comes from. But that doesn’t stop her from throwing herself into my arms.

I steady myself so we don’t end up back on the floor. “It’s gonna be okay, Legs. You’ll see.” I soothe her as I lead her to the counter.

I reach behind me and turn on the water. She lets me go as I reach for a handful of paper towels. I dampen them and use them to wipe her face free of mascara.

“What am I gonna do?”

“You’re going to take a deep breath and blow it out for me.”

She does as I ask, her chest hitching for a minute before she calms a little.

“First things first. Let’s make you a doctor’s appointment. Everything else can wait until after that.”

She nods. “Doctor. Okay, I can do that.”

“You want me to come with you?”

She nods rapidly, another tear slipping free. “Yes. I…I…”

“Take another breath, Legs. If you faint, you’ll squish me like a bug.”

She laughs but does as I ask. “I’m okay. I’m just in shock, I think. It’s taking everything in me not to do another test. My eyes know what they saw, but my head just refuses to believe it.”

“I get that, I do. But beyond the shock, what’s your gut telling you?”

She thinks about it for a moment before a wobbly smile lights up her face. “I get to be a mom?”

Jesus, now I feel myself tearing up. “Yeah, Legs. You get to be a mom,” I tell her softly.

“What if I mess up?”

“All parents mess up. Nobody is perfect, trust me. All you have to do is love your kid and be there for them. Everything else will fall into place. I know you, Legs, and you have a lot of love to give.”

“Thank you.”

“Can I ask who the dad is?”

She blows out a shaky breath. “That’s not something I can answer right now.”

“Okay, no pressure. Just know I’m here for whatever. You’ll get no judgment from me.”

She reaches out and squeezes my hand. “I think I’m going to make that call and then go lie down for a bit.”

“Sounds like a plan. I better go and find Havoc before he comes looking for me.”

She slips two tests into the back pocket of her jeans—I assume they’re the positive ones—before throwing the empty boxes and my negative one in the trash.

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