Page 14 of Finding Jacob
I turned to open my window slightly, the air con was making me feel queasy. Or it was the motion of the car.
“I spoke to Jacob last night,” hecasuallymentioned, looking in the rear-view mirror at me.
“Really?”
“He said to say hi,” he added.
“I highly doubt that, but thanks.”
“He did, Anna. I don’t know what happened when you texted him, but I’m suspecting he never got it. I asked him why he hadn’t replied to you.”
“That’s a very convenient excuse. Now, can you just stop talking about him?”
After a few seconds, I asked, “What did he say?”
“He said he hasn’t heard from you. You didn’t leave him your number, either.”
“Did he ask you for it?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then he wasn’t that interested in hearing from me, was he?” I said, feeling rejected all over again.
“He’s not one to chase or play games, Anna,” Nathan said gently. “He might think you’ve changed your mind.”
“Neither am I!” I snapped. I sighed. “I’m sorry, but if he wanted my number, he could have asked for it. I don’t have the energy right now to go falling at his feet.”
Nathan looked at me via the rear-view mirror. “I can give him your number,” he said.
I shook my head. Had he asked me that a week ago, yesterday, I’d have agreed. But I had other things to worry about.
I had two months to go before the wedding and I knew I needed to tell my parents I wasn’t bringing the plus one they were constantly talking about. It seemed I was a great source of entertainment for them all, me and my mystery man.
But him ignoring my text wasn’t the thing that was pissing me off the most.
“Yep, pregnant. I’d say you’re very early on, though” she said, smiling at me.
I sat in my doctor’s surgery with the nurse confirming what I believed to be true. I was throwing up morning, noon, and night, and I just knew. I’d done a test at home and then booked for an appointment to confirm.
“I’m on the pill,” I said. “How...?”
“It happens,” she said, shrugging her shoulders and speaking gently.
“Not to me...it shouldn’t. I’ve never fallen pregnant before,” I replied, aware I was blabbering. I’d been on the pill from early teens because of awful periods. I never missed a day. A thought hit me.
“Could a change in time zone affect it?”
“Yes, annoyingly. It’s recommended, with the type you’re on, to take it at the same time each day.”
“Bollocks! But then...what if the sex was the day I arrived? Surely the pill won’t stop working on the first day it isn’t taken at the right time, would it?”
“Sometimes, we don’t know why these things happen. You could be that lucky, or unlucky, one that just one day missed is enough. Or you could have been over dehydrated, ill, there are lots of reasons, and sometimes, there isn’t any.
We fell silent for a couple of minutes.
“What are your thoughts about this?” she asked.
Sarah was an old friend from school, and if anyone had to have that discussion with me, it needed to be her. I burst into tears.
