Page 44 of A Moment for Us
“No, I’ve been . . .” I trail off. Medication. That day. The day the condom broke. “I took migraine meds.”
“Which one?”
I pull out the list of medications and vitamins I take. “These can lessen the effects of birth control, and we highly encourage you to use a condom.”
Jesus. I remember that now. It was what the doctor mentioned when I was given them. At that point, I wasn’t having sex, so it didn’t matter.
I laugh because, really, what else can I do? “I did use a condom! It broke! This can’t be happening. This just can’t.”
Dr. Locke clasps her hands in front of her. “I’m not sure what to say. I know a child wasn’t exactly in your plans, and I don’t know about your situation, but there are options.”
I close my eyes, feeling the weight of the world settling around me. “I need to talk to the father first.”
“Of course.”
There may be options, but there’s only one choice for me. I’m going to have a baby. I may not have planned for it, but the reality is that I’ve always wanted a family. This isn’t exactly how I thought I would achieve that, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s how it happened.
If I were younger, I may do what Stella did and allow another family to give the child the best life possible, but I’m not eighteen. I have a great job, a home, and I have support. My mother will be over the damn moon once she recovers from the shock.
It’s Josh who’s the unknown.
Chapter 13
Joshua
The last time I saw Delia was not my finest moment, but the woman fucks my head up. She says we’re done, then comes around, we have sex, and then she storms out.
I’m not sure what the hell to do about it.
“What’s got you all screwed up?” Alex asks as he heads toward me.
Alexander and I both live at Melia Lake. Our RVs are far enough apart that we don’t feel like we’re on top of each other, and I like it that way.
“Who says I’m screwed up?”
He laughs. “You’re clearly thinking about something intense. Is it because we just broke ground and it’s already a nightmare?”
“That’s par for the course, isn’t it?”
Alex shrugs and then hands me the box of pizza he was carrying. “I guess. It’s been a while since I was on site during construction.”
The way he says it causes me to pause. “Do you miss it?”
“Miss what?”
“Architecture. I know you had a plan.”
“My plan didn’t fit into Dad’s.” Alex’s voice is hard.
“Still, you never wanted to run the family business.”
He sits in his chair, grabbing his beer. “I definitely didn’t. I sure as fuck never had dreams of being back in Willow Creek either, but . . .”
“But there’s nothing we wouldn’t do for family.”
Before he answers, he takes a long pull from the bottle. “At least, for you guys, there’s not.” He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “Did I tell you that Oliver called and asked if either of us would give up our RV?”
I chuckle. “No, I guess things aren’t so great at Grayson’s?”
