Page 52 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“Duh,” Amy playfully swats my arm. “Clearly, Colt is insanely virile. After only two months, we’ve already reached our goal.” She cups her belly proudly. She’s not showing, but it’s beyond clear to me that Amy is over the moon.
It starts me thinking, and because I’m having these thoughts, a realization crosses over my mind. I feel the blood drain from my face.
“Holy cow,” I gasp.
“What is it?”
“Um, Nash and I use protection, but not all the time. Sometimes, we get so in the moment that we forget the condom.”
Amy nods.
“Do you think I’m okay? I mean, I don’t know. What do I do, Amy?”
“Oh, he probablywantsto get you pregnant,” Amy says casually. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”
Her words are no solace as the blood drains from my face. I feel like I might just faint.
“But we haven’t even spoken about pregnancy or children! I mean, how do I know if that’s even what he wants?” Amy starts to giggle a little bit. “What?”
“Oh, Nellie. Men like Colt and Nash are always incredibly virile. Hewantsyou to have his child, trust me,” she assures me. “The only question is if that’s whatyouwant. Why not? I mean, you guys seem so into one another. All lovey dovey.”
“I, um, I don’t know. It’s something that hasn’t even crossed my mind.”
“Well, think about it,” she urges. “You’re already living with him. The logical next step is to start a family,” she shrugs. I’m about to ask Amy a whole host of questions that may or may not be a little intrusive, but Alice walks back just then.
I don’t want to get into this with a stranger present, so I clam up about the issue, and we get back to talking about the lingerie that Alice laid out for us earlier. We pick out a few things and pay for our purchases before leaving the mall.
“Do you want to grab something to eat?” Amy asks me.
“Uh,” I look down at the bags I’m carrying. I do want to go and eat with my friend, but I don’t want to lug these bags around with me. “Do you want to meet at a restaurant? I want to drop these off with the driver.”
“Yeah, let’s go to Petrucci’s. We haven’t been there in so long, and I miss their fettuccini alfredo.”
“Okay, I’ll see you there.” Amy and I part, and I go back to the parking lot. The driver helps me place the bags in the trunk, and I tell him to drop me off a Petrucci’s next.
On the ride over, I think about all the things Amy and I talked about. Maybe I shouldn’t be so freaked out. I don’t even know if I’m pregnant. And Nash and I don’t use protection sometimes, so I really don’t know.
I should just talk to Nash about this, right?
We get to Petrucci’s before I can get too much deeper into thought.
“Thank you, Zac.”
“No problem, Miss Newman. I’ll be waiting here for when you are ready to go home.”
“Thanks again.” I leave him and go into the restaurant. Amy is already waiting for me inside at a table.
“Nellie!” she waves at me. I wave back and go over to join her.
I sit down, picking up the menu to peruse it. Petrucci’s was a favorite spot for me and Amy, so I don’t really need to menu, but it’s a good distraction.
I feel Amy’s hand on mine, causing me to put down my menu.
“Do you want to talk about anything? About what we talked about before?” she asks kindly.
I shake my head.
“I’m good. I just want some get some yummy pasta and talk to my best friend about her upcoming pregnancy,”
