Page 55 of Unexpecting

By the time I showered away the traces of tears, the phone was ringing. “Morgan just called me. How could you possibly let yourself get pregnant at a time like this, when you’re going to be so occupied by my wedding?” Brit raged. Her irritation at my news came across the phone lines loud and clear. “You’re maid of honour, did you forget? That’s a huge responsibility,did you forget? How are you supposed to give your position the energy it deserves when all you’ll be thinking about is baby names and throwing up all the time? And if you dare throw up anywhere in the vicinity of my wedding dress, so help you, Casey Samms, you’ll wish—who’s the father anyway?”

″J.B.”

″Really.” There was a blessed pause as she took in the news. “Well, at least you’ll have a pretty good chance of having a good-looking kid with him as the daddy.”

Emma gave me quite a few hugs and told me tearfully she was so happy for me. Also that J.B. would eventually grow up, but I might have to wait a little bit for that. She told me not to give up hope.

″How could you possibly not realize you’re already pregnant?” David asked with amazement when I met him a couple of days later.

″How could you not know you were gay when we were together?” I shot back. “It’s not like my egg throws a party in my uterus after she’s attacked or something.”

David pursed his lips in an attempt not to smile. “Sarcasm. That’s new.”

″So is me being pregnant.” I laid my forehead down on the table beside my glass of cranberry juice. No vodka for me for a while. So much for me easing off gently. It’s cold-turkey time now. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

I honestly couldn’t believe things had worked out this way. All I ever wanted was to be pregnant, and now that I was, I couldn’t even be excited since absolutely no one I cared about was happy for me. Oh, sure, Cooper and Emma and Morgan said they were pleased, but I knew all three of them were totally blown away that the baby was J.B.’s.

And now David—who, being the sweet guy he is, was putting on a pretty good show—I knew I’d disappointed him as well.

It was a week after he’d asked me to have his baby and five days since the pregnancy test that rocked my world. When I called and asked David to meet me tonight, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him over the phonethat I was already pregnant. But seeing his face trying so hard to mask his anticipation was even worse.

I fully expected to have my hormones all out of whack being pregnant. I’d heard tons of horror stories and read even more in all the pregnancy books I own, which I now had a right to read. But I felt like a ping-pong ball all the time—I wanted to giggle, laugh with delight, cry with relief one minute, and the next I was about ready to scream with frustration. I didn’t want J.B. to get me pregnant. I thought in time J.B. would prove to be an amazing father, but not now. Maybe when he was ready and willing to grow up a bit, but not now. I so wished it wasn’t him. I felt like he’d ruined everything for me. And then I felt like I should be grateful to him for getting me pregnant, and then I got all confused. It had been a bad week.

″I thought this is what you wanted.” David sounded confused.

″I did. I do.” I sat up. “But not like this. J.B. won’t speak to me—he’s convinced I got pregnant on purpose to screw him over. Brit keeps moaning about how her wedding will be ruined with a pregnant bridesmaid. I told her I’ll only be three months and probably won’t even show, but she hates me too.”

″Poor Casey. But I still don’t understand how you didn’t know,” David repeated. “I mean, you must have known there was a chance of this happening, right?”

I shrugged. “I just never thought. I’m on the pill, but sometimes I forget to take it. And we used a condom.”

″Well, then I have to ask, are you sure it’s J.B.’s?”

I nodded reluctantly. “It has to be his. He was the only one I—let’s just say it’s been a while. And the condom we used—let’s just say it was laying around for a little longer than it should have been.”

″How long?”

“I had two in my bedside drawer. The one that was leftover had an expiration date of 2019 on it,” I admitted, shamefaced.

“You haven’t had sex since 2019!” David exclaimed a little too loudly for my liking.

″No! I said a while, meaning about four months. I don’t normally bring my boyfriends back to my place,” I told David. “And I can’t believe I’m talking about my sex life with you of all people.”

″I think I’m the perfect person,” David grinned at me. “I know all the ins and outs, but have no desire to rediscover any of them.”

″Thanks. You really know how to make a girl feel good.” I made a face at him, and he laughed.

″Seriously, though, Casey, what are you going to do?” David asked, with his brown eyes full of concern.

″Seriously? I’m going to have a baby!” I raised my glass of juice. “And poopy on anyone who doesn’t like it.”

″Real mature,” David grinned, but he clinked his glass against mine.

″I’m sorry,” I told him. “I feel like that’s all I’ve been saying since I found out. I’m sorry it wasn’t you.”

″Me too,” he admitted.

″I think I was okay with the idea. I was still getting my head around it… but I think it would have worked. But now…”

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