Page 48 of Abel

And here I thought it was because I quit working out, practically lived at Josephine’s bakery, and my boobs were finally filling out all on their own.

I don’t know how to tell the guys since I’m still trying to figure out my life.

I’m deflecting.

Simply not trying to face the music, and that isn’t even the worst part of it all.

Ugh, I don’t know why I’m so worried about Cam and Travis finding out, but I am. What will they say? Will they kick us out?

The what ifs run through my mind, threatening to drive me crazy. So, I do one of the things that really seems to help me when the going gets a little tough.

Taking a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air while closing my eyes, I breakdown each scent I find. Espresso bean from Cam’s coffee, vanilla bean, this morning. Lavender from the Air Wick fresheners all around the brownstone, and Gain washing powder. I love every last one of the scents, but at the moment, them mixing together like this has me running for the bathroom as the front door creaks open.

“There she goes again.” Cam announces, followed by a giggling Travis.

“I don’t see how you’re gaining weight with as much as you throw up.” Travis laughs.

“You’re not purging, are you?” Cam asks, making it in the bathroom just as I empty the contents of my small breakfast into the toilet.

“No, you whore, I’m not.” I roll my eyes. Fucking hormones.

“Let me help you.” Cam says, watching me struggle to get up. “What’s going on with you, Iv? What’s this little soiree all about?”

Taking a peek at him, my nerves begin to skyrocket into overdrive. “Let’s get Travis and go into the living room.” I say, patting his hand as he guides me out of the bathroom.

“Why don’t you sit and I’ll get Travis?” He offers.

“Sure, sounds great.” Walking the short distance to the living room, I stand. Sitting is the farthest thing from my mind as I try to figure out how I’m going to say this.

“I know right. Maybe we should all cook-”

“I’m pregnant!” I blurt out as they both walk in. My back is turned to them because I’m so scared of what they’ll say. Plus, I don’t want to see the weird expression or disappointment on their faces.

It’s so quiet in here that if I stop clenching my ass cheeks, they’ll definitely hear the fart before they smell it.

It’s eerily silent, and I don’t think I like it.

“Heifer, what?” Cam says after twenty light-years go by. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Don’t be stupid, she just said she was-”

“Pregnant.” I cry as my knees give out on me. Thankfully, Cam catches me before I fall.

“Why are you crying? Everything is going to be okay.” Cam whispers, making me sob even more. “Seriously, stop it, there’s snot and I don’t do well with snot.” He gags, making me laugh through the tears.

“Yeah, puddin’, why are you crying?” I guess it’s now or never.

“I don’t know who the father is.” I whisper, hoping neither one of them heard me.

“Bitch, what?!” They shout in unison.

Bloody fucking hell. “I said, I don’t know who the father is because I fucked Jake the same day he broke up with me and I fucked Abel all night long on New Year’s Eve and Day. Did you fucking hear me now?” I shout, my chest moving up and down at an alarmingly fast rate with each ragged breath I take.

“Pregnant? You’re really pregnant?” Camden asks, sounding like he still doesn’t believe me, so I pick up my shirt and show him my growing belly.

“Very much so pregnant, three months to be exact. And I don’t know which one of the guys is the real father.” I sniff. “I mean, I’m almost ninety-nine point nine percent positive it’s Abe, but that one percent could mean it’s Jake’s. God, I don’t want it to be Jake’s.” Cue the waterworks.

The air whooshes as they each help me sit down. “Come on, honey, take a seat, we’ll figure this out.” Travis says, attempting to reassure me that everything’s gonna be okay.

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