Page 82 of Cause of Action

“You can get dressed, and I’ll be in shortly with the results and a script for your refill.” Georgia smiled before leaving the room.

I liked her, and she would become my new gynecologist if I decided to stay in Los Angeles.

About fifteen minutes later, Georgia walked in, sat on the stool, and rolled over to me, placing her hand on mine, which I thought was odd.

“Morgan, you’re pregnant.”

“What?” My brows furrowed. “That’s impossible. I take my pill at the same time every night, and I’ve never missed one.”

“Unfortunately, these things do happen.”

“No, Georgia. Not to me. Not when I’ve taken it perfectly.”

“You said that you’ve never had sex with a man without a condom, right?”

“Never. Only with Roman.”

“It is possible that you are carrying a genetic variant that produces an enzyme that breaks down the hormones in birth control pills and makes them ineffective.”

“I cannot believe this.” I cupped my face in my hands. “I cannot have a baby, Georgia. My life is a mess, and Roman—oh my God. Roman doesn’t do relationships. He said they make him feel trapped, and I agree.”

“I know this is upsetting. I’m going to refer you to my sister-in-law, Dr. Charlotte Kind. Talk to her first before you do anything.”

“What kind of doctor is she?”

“She’s a psychologist and one of the best. I promise you’ll feel better after talking with her. Her office is next door. After you leave here, walk over there and make an appointment. Please, Morgan.”

“Alright. I’ll talk to her.”

“I want to see you back in a month for your first prenatal visit and?—”

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I may not even be in Los Angeles still.”

“Just make the appointment, Morgan.” She patted my hand.

I left the medical center and climbed into my car. I gripped the steering wheel and laid my head down while tears streamed down my face. There was no way I could have a baby—not now.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I screamed as I looked up. “Do you think this is funny? Why would you think I’d be a good mother? Hell, look at my own mother! What a great role model she was!”

I arrived home before Roman. Walking down to the beach, I sat in the sand and stared out at the water. It was overcast now without a glimpse of the sun, turning the oceanwater a moody shade of gray. Just an hour ago, the wind had been gentle. But now, it was picking up speed. A storm was approaching. Not only could I see it, but I could smell it. What the fuck was I going to do? I did what Georgia asked and made an appointment with Charlotte for next week—one week was all I had to wait before I made my final decision.

“There you are,” I heard Roman’s voice from behind. “What are you doing down here? It looks like a storm is coming.”

“I was just thinking,” I said.

“About taking the job I offered you?” A smirk crossed his lips.

“Roman, I’m in no mood.” I stood up, dusted the sand off, and began to walk away before he grabbed my arm.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. I’m just tired of you bringing up that damn job offer.” I yanked out of his grip and returned to the house.

“Okay. I won’t bring it up again. Whatever is going on with you, don’t take it out on me.”

“I’m sorry.” I opened the sliding door and stepped into the kitchen. “That time of the month is approaching, and I’m feeling it,” I lied because there was no way I could tell him about the baby.

I noticed the bags from the grocery store sitting on the island.

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