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It makes it possible her relationship with Jonathan was either a ploy or an escape plan, and neither is a good option.
It means that a good portion of the current Clan members have a lot to answer for—Peter included.
“Unicorns would have to be real,” Owen tosses out, helpful as ever.
This is not what we needed, but at the same time, it feels like the puzzle pieces might just be falling together.
I have a suspicion itching at my brain, but I don’t want to voice it. If it’s true, then shit just got really real.
Maybe if I don’t manifest it, then maybe this is one mess that can stay buried.
Then again, maybe pigs will fly.
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Chapter 31
“What’s on the agenda today then?” Cole asks as he and Smithy let themselves into the house. Tomorrow is the day we’re throwing what I hope will be the start of an annual Halloween party tradition, and to say there’s a lot to do today would be an understatement. Kelly is currently cooking up a storm in the kitchen with the help of Rene and Olivia, while Samantha is out making sure everyone knows the party is still going ahead. With the rising tension spreading throughout the compound, I had been prepared for Logan to call it off, but apparently, he’s all for it. Something about raising people's spirits.
“Well, you, my dear bodyguards, are going to put those muscles to good use. We’ve got all kinds of decorations we need to hang to spookify this place, starting with those jack-o’-lanterns that need to be hung from the ceiling above the fireplace.”
“When Logan tasked me with looking after you, he sure as shit never mentioned this being part of it,” Smithy grumbles tohimself before lifting some of the jack-o’-lanterns and making his way into the living room, with Cole hot on his heels, chuckling to himself. Cole is all too used to this kind of stuff, having spent the past year around Cora full time.
As we’re in the middle of hanging up the strip lights, my phone starts ringing. With a frown, I excuse myself to answer it. Seeing the private number as the caller ID, my heart stops for a second. There’s only one call I’m waiting on that this could be. Nothing good ever comes from private numbers, and I fear this isn’t going to change that stereotype.
“Hello?” I choke out past the lump in my throat.
“Is this Abigail Graham?” the polite voice asks, cool professionalism dripping from every word and making my nerves skyrocket.
“It is,” I confirm as I sit on the stairs, elbows braced on my knees, heart in my throat.
“This is Dr Butler, just ringing you to let you know we got your results back. Would you be able to come in today to discuss them, say in an hour’s time?” Nothing good ever comes from being asked to come in and discuss your results.
I’m on autopilot as I agree. I’m still sitting there frozen when Cole comes looking for me, and with concern lining his face, he asks me, “What do you need?”
“Lo,” I choke out, tears blurring my vision. I don’t know how I’m meant to go to this appointment without him. I should have confided in him about this sooner. I can’t bear to hear this on my own; I just can't. I’m not that strong. But I know he’s up to his eyeballs, and we’re basically on lockdown. Fuck, I should have said I can’t come in. Maybe it’s not too late to ring back and cancel. Surely if I can’t come in, she’ll just tell me over the phone and put me out of my misery.
I don’t even notice Cole has left me until, with a thud, Logan is kneeling before me, scanning me and looking freaked out. Welcome to the club, buddy.
“What’s going on, Princess?” He rasps as he looks me over for an injury he’ll never see with his eyes.
“I got a call from the doctor—”
“The doctor? What’s wrong? Why didn’t you say something?”
“It’s… well, it might be something. She asked me to come in in an hour to discuss my results. Lo, I might not... you have every right to call this quits,” I choke out through tears. I can’t get a full sentence out; I can’t possibly put into words every woman’s worst fear. It’ll make it too real. Speaking it into existence isn’t something I want to do.
“You’re making no sense right now, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we'll head down, okay? And if you can get the words out, feel free to tell me what’s going on, and if not, the doctor can explain, yeah?” God, love this man and his understanding nature.
I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but I know I don't want to lose him.
I don’t think I’d survive it.
With a nod, we make short work of getting on the road, and as we’re pulling up to the clinic, I confess in a broken whisper why we’re here.
“There’s a reason I never brought up birth control, Logan.”
The words hit him like the bullet that they are. With a pained look, he helps me out of the car, keeping a hold of me the entire time as he walks me into the clinic and takes a seat beside me in the waiting room. It could have been minutes or hours before the doctor called us back, but the next thing I know, I’m seatedin front of her as she looks at me with a look I never want to see again. A mix of pity and sympathy that feels like a stab in the heart, especially as she sits there with the swell of her pregnant belly taking all the air in the room.
