Page 49 of Skating the Blue Line
“Say something, please,” she begs, her voice having a shake to it.
She’s scared. I don’t have to know her for longer than I have to know that.
Even knowing that she’s scared though doesn’t stop me from asking a stupid question.
“Is it mine?”
I don’t have time to think about the question. It’s out of my mouth before I know it.
But it has to be asked.
I haven’t been with anyone since our time together, but that doesn't mean that she can say the same. For all I know she got with someone either before me or right after me and is trying to pawn this on me.
“Before you, I hadn’t been with anyone for four months. It’s yours,” she states, a bite to her tone.
Now I feel like a dick.
“I’m sorry,” I say to her, not knowing what else to tell her. My thoughts and words all jumbled.
Chloe lets out a long sigh and give me the same small smile she gave me before the game.
“It’s fine. I would have asked the same thing if I was in your shoes. I just didn’t expect the question to sting like that,” her voice shakes a bit, like she wants to cry but holding it in.
I think about my next question carefully.
“When did you find out?”
“Right before the game. I had an appointment for my birth control shot and well, I left without my shot and in its place a positive pregnancy test. According to the doctor, she puts the date of conception around the night we met.”
Fuck.
That’s why she was acting weird during warm ups. She had just found out and then had to act like nothing new had happened.
“We were careful,” I say, absentmindedly, trying to digest everything.
“Apparently, even with double protection there's still a chance. It’s small but it's there.”
“Fuck.”
I run a hand across my face. This is definitely not how I thought that this night was going to go. Just like our first night together.
“Trust me, I feel the same way,” she says, her voice breaking in the process.
My hand drops immediately and my eyes find hers. They are filled with tears and her bottom lip starts to quiver.
She is trying to keep it together but the second that I reach for her she breaks.
Her whole body shakes as I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly against my body.
Hearing her sob against my chest does something to me. It's as if it's breaking something in me and repairing it at the same time. I may not know this woman very well, but I do know that I want to take her pain away and make every single thing better.
“I don’t know what to do.” Chloe grabs onto my suit jacket, pulling herself closer to me as tightly as she can.
I don’t have to ask to know what she is talking about.
“We can figure it out together,” I tell her, tightening my hold on her.
“I don’t want to make the wrong choice.”
