Page 45 of Undercover Hacker

“Doesn’t matter. We’re done.”

Jessica threw the bag in her hand at me. “No, you’re not. Go take that.”

I opened the bag. Inside was a pregnancy test. How could my two trusted friends be so cruel as to throw this at me? They both knew I couldn’t have kids.

“Is this some sick joke?” I couldn’t hold the tears at bay.

Bridget got up, rounded the desk, and threw her arms around me. “No. You said the doctor said youmore than likelywouldn’t have kids. There is a slim chance you could.”

It was true. At my last checkup, I had asked what the chances were of getting pregnant, and he said, with the damage I suffered, around five percent. But I still didn’t understand what giving me a test and talking about it meant.

“So, I have a five percent chance of pregnancy. Why are you giving me a test?”

Bridget turned to Jessica. “She can’t be serious right. Everyone knows.”

“I guess not everyone,” Jessica replied.

“What am I missing?”

Both women turned toward me and said at the same time, “You're pregnant.”

“That’s not…”

Over the last couple weeks, I had had a hard time keeping anything down. When food wasn’t making me vomit, the smell of it gave my stomach a tumble. Could it be possible? My hands went straight to my stomach. The thought of carrying a little Zane put a smile on my face. But what if I got my hopes up and then was crushed because it wasn’t true.

No better way to find out than to take a test. I grabbed the bag and headed down the hallway. I could hear the hurried clacking of heels behind me. When I went to close the door, Bridget was trying to force her way in.

“I will tell you when I find out. You stay on that side of the door.”

* * *

Those two minuteswere the longest of my life. A little white stick held my future on it. Could it be possible the man of my dreams had super swimmers? Two lines appeared across the small screen. I was pregnant. I couldn't believe it. I reached into the bag and grabbed another test. I took six tests before it really sank in.

The need to see Zane was overwhelming. Would he take me back, or would he not want anything to do with me because of my actions? I pulled up my phone. There was an afternoon flight to DC. With a couple clicks, I was on my way.

When I opened the door, Jessica and Bridget had smiles across their faces. They both rushed in and gave me a hug.

“I’m heading to DC.” For the first time in weeks, a calm set over me.

Jessica cheered. “About time!”

The flight I had booked was in a couple hours. I needed to run home and grab some things before I left.

“I will call you tonight.”

Not waiting for an answer, I rushed back to my office, grabbed my things, and headed for the door.

By the time I reached my car, apprehension began setting in. What if he’d moved on?

I got into my car. As soon as I sat, I heard an audible click, followed by a ticking sound.This can’t be happening! I just found out the best news of my life, and now I’m gonna die.

Reaching for my phone. I dialed the one person I wanted to say goodbye to. The line picked up after one ring.

“Sophie.” His velvety voice came across the speakers in the car.

I couldn’t hold in the sob. It broke free. “I’m sorry.”

“Red, stop crying. We can work everything out.”

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