Page 104 of The Chemistry of Us

She sighed, shook her head, and closed the door behind her. “What do I do?”

“You can serve me another glass of milk.”

She peered over at the counter, seeing nine empty glasses sitting there. “Oh, you’re actually serious. We really need to take away your ability to look up things online during stressful times.”

“Oh my God! It’s legit! The internet says so. Milk is calming!”

“Have you lost your mind?”

“Again with the negative energy!” I flopped on the floor, exhausted. “Ugh! What am I going to do?”

“I mean”—she plopped next to me—“you’re going to have a baby.”

“Thanks. Saying it out loud doesn’t make me have another panic attack at all.”

“It takes two to tango, Tru. Have you told him?”

Bowing my head, I hid my eyes. I wasn't ready to tell him the truth yet. Shaking my head no, I was unable to say it out loud.

I didn’t even realize my period was late, and I was never late.

Dammit.

I was a statistic. I spent my whole life trying not to be like everyone else.

“I know you’re scared, but that doesn’t change the fact he’ll be there for you. He’ll do right by you. By both of you.”

Sweat pooled at my temples, and my heart beat out of my chest. Desperately trying like hell not to scream out, “I’m pregnant!” to anyone who’d listen.

“You know Brady and I will help too. That baby will be so loved by everyone.”

“Except his family?”

“Meh, who cares about them? I know this wasn’t in your plans, but everything happens for a reason. I’m a firm believer in that. You’ll make it work.” She pulled me into a tight hug. “I’m here for whatever you need, even babysitting.”

“Okay.” I laid my head on her shoulder, sniffling. “I don’t know what I think.”

“You need to tell him, Tru. The longer you wait, the harder it’s going to be.”

“I will. After I confirm with my gyno.”

“Alright. I’ll go with you.”

“What did I do to deserve you? You barely know me.”

“I love you too.”

A few days later, the OB-GYN confirmed what we already knew.

Pregnant.

To say I didn’t bawl my eyes out in the doctor’s office would be an understatement.

I cried.

And cried.

And cried some more.

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