Page 5 of Pretty Little Disaster

Next, I open the ‘find my phone’ app, press share location, and type in my details.

The request comes through to me immediately and I acceptherrequest before sliding my phone back in my pocket and placing hers back in her purse. I lock the place back up and casually stroll back to the car where she’s waiting for me.

“Thanks.” She snatches the purse from my hand when I hold it out in front of her and as I drive her to her apartment neither of us speaks a word and she spends the entire journey looking out her window.

“Home sweet home.” I pull up outside the address she typed into my GPS and she fumbles with the door handle because she can’t get out fast enough.

“Thank you.” She leans back in through the door and offers me one of her fake smiles. The kind she always gives me when I walk into a room or say something she doesn’t agree with, which is most things if I’m being honest. I much prefer the one she gave me when my cock was balls-deep in her freshly-broken pussy.

“You're welcome.” I wait for her to slam the door, before revving my engine and wheel-spinning off the asphalt.

LORNA

PRESENT DAY

“No. No. No.” I scramble up off the floor and grab the box from the basin, checking the instructions because what I’m seeing can’t be true. “Fuck!” I compare the positive line that's in the window of the test, to the instructions in my hand and quickly turn my head back into the toilet so I can throw up,again.

This can’t be happening. I’m on the pill. I’ve had sexoncein my entire life. Life can’t possibly be that cruel.

I stand up on my feet and throw some water over my face, then looking down at my flat stomach I feel more tears building.

“A baby.Hisbaby.” I shake my head and let those tears erupt. Mother Nature has really fucked me over and there’s only one person I can talk to about this. One person who I know will understand, and it means I’m going to have to admit something that I swore I would take to my grave.

I take a deep breath, dry my tears, and brush my fingers through my hair, attempting to make myself look half-presentable before I pick up my keys and head for my car.

“Madalina, we need to talk.” I barge in on the DeMarco family breakfast, relieved to see no sign of Nic. He always seems to be hanging around here these days.

“Morning, Lorna, we weren’t expecting you, but isn’t that always the case?” Madalina’s husband, Dario, greets me with a sarcastic smile.

“Hi,” I humor him, then manage to find enough calm to bend down between my two favorite girls and kiss their cheeks.

“Still pregnant, huh?” I look across the table at my best friend and feel sorry for her. She’s pregnant for the second time, and a week past her due date. The thought of that being me in the near future makes me want to cry some more.

“Very much so.” Her eyes roll as she maneuvers her huge, round belly so she can reach for a croissant.

“You know you should have…” I reach both my hands around the girls’ heads to press them against my hips so their ears are covered. “...sex, it totally helps with that problem.” Releasing them I grab myself a plate and start piling it up with food. I seem to get really hungry after chucking up my first breakfast.

“Please, help yourself,” Dario offers, wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin and looking irritated.

“I will, thanks, especially now that I’m eating for two.” I tear off the corner of my croissant while I nervously wait for a reaction

“Wait, did you just say…” Madalina’s face is blank as she stares across the table at me.

“All the way over here I was trying to think of ways to tell you.” I laugh to myself as I continue to eat. I guess ripping off the Band-Aid really does work.

“Lorna.” Madalina slides back her chair, and uses the table to aid her as she stands, “This is huge, how the hell are you being so calm about it?”

“Calm? Mads, I’mfarfrom calm.” I hold out my shaking hand so she can see for herself.

Dario doesn’t hide his amusement. In fact, he throws his head back and erupts in deep, uncontrolled laughter.

“How did this even happen?” Madalina sees how upset I am, and after throwing her husband a dirty look, waddles her way around the table to comfort me. “Sorry.” She looks down at the obstacle her giant stomach makes between us and I burst into more tears.

“I don’t want to get fat.”

“Hey, don’t cry. I get that you're scared and this wasn’t planned but you're going to be okay. Remember how I felt when I found out I was pregnant? Now, look how happy I am.” She slides her hand up and down my arm while looking to Dario for support.

“I know, and I love the girls so much, of course, I’m going to love my own baby.” My hand automatically touches my stomach again. “It’s just I…” She has no idea how complicated this is going to be.

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