Page 48 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
Before Margo knocked on the door softly. “Anything yet?”
I shook my head. “No, not yet.”
“How long will it take?”
I shrugged. “Another two or three minutes, maybe?”
“All right, I’m timing. Don’t stare at them, though. It makes everything go by so much slower.”
I rolled my eyes. “Great.”
I tried staring at the ceiling and counting the popcorn pocks. I cracked my neck and spun around in circles, counting how many I could do before I made myself dizzy. I even pulled out my phone and added a few things to my list that I needed to get done with the boutiques before I went to bed that evening.
And finally, Margo knocked on the bathroom door again.
“Check them this time. They should be good to go,” she whispered.
Now that it was time, I froze. I couldn’t make myself turn around and look down at those tests. I mean, what if it were positive? Did that mean I had to stay married to Mike?
Did I even want to stay married to Mike?
A rapid knock came at the door. “Maggie?”
Guadalupe’s voice made me jump.
“Ah! I mean, uh, yes?”
She knocked again. “Open this door right now.”
Panic traveled up the back of my throat. “I, uh, I can’t really do that right now.”
She jiggled the knob. “Let me in, or you’re fired.”
“Shit,” I whispered to myself.
I didn’t have any choice, though. I wasn’t ready to give up the spa yet, so I walked over and unlocked the door. A sheepish Margo stood there with her hands clasped behind her back, and Guadalupe looked like she was about the bury me six-feet-under with nothing but her hands.
Until she peered over my shoulder. “What are those?”
I swallowed hard. “Uh, those? Well, they’re, uh…”
Her eyes fell to my stomach. “Have you looked at them yet?”
My lower lip quivered as I shook my head softly. “I can’t. Not yet.”
She sighed as her face softened. “Why not?”
And without further prompting, everything came spilling out. “Because things are happening too fast, and I don’t know if I love Mike that much, and even if we did stay married, are we really cut out to be parents? I mean, neither of us has any family, and grandparents are everything. And my father really should be here for all of this. He should be alive to meet his grandchild, and Mike’s father should be alive so we could all get together for Thanksgivings and birthdays and Christmases and—”
Guadalupe wrapped her arms around me, and I cried on her shoulder. I cried, and I shook, and I cried some more as I clung to her, helpless against the emotional assault my heart surged forth upon the rest of my body. Nothing was going according to plan. My father was dead, I got married without even knowing it, I had businesses that were only succeeding because of outside forces, and now there was a chance I was about to bring a child into all of this chaos.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered.
Guadalupe pushed me in front of her, gripping my shoulders. “Yes, you can.”
I shook my head. “I really can’t. I really, really can’t.”
“If you keep telling yourself that, then it will come true. Change the reel, Maggie. Change it. Start now.”
