Page 10 of Now that I Found You
Chapter Four
Ellie
I’m standing in the kitchen spreading jam on my bread when my phone vibrates on the counter beside me. I quickly grab the towel, wiping off my hands, before swiping the screen to answer the call.
“What are ya doin’?” Kinsley darts straight to the point. Perching the phone between my ear and my shoulder, I tighten the lid and put the jar back in the fridge.
“Well, at this moment I’m making myself something to eat,” as I take a large bite of my PB and J sandwich. “What are you doing?” I mumble around the bread in my mouth.
Kinsley giggles. “You live a wild life, ya know that?”
“Just the way I like it.”
“Well, I was wondering if you and Brea wanted to come over tonight to hang out. Halle, understandably, is still laying low after what went down at the salon. I’ve been wanting to see that new movie with Denzel Washington and was thinking we could drink some wine, hang out. The guys can go do whatever guys do. Whatcha think?”
Honestly, that sounds like the perfect way to spend my Friday. My stomach rolls again. Taking a deep breath, I swallow a gulp of my water and mentally tell myself I’m okay.
I’ve been feeling sick to my stomach the past few days, and I’m not sure if I’m coming down with something.
“It kind of depends on how I’m feeling. I’ve been nauseous and tired the last few days. I’m not sure if I’m coming down with something. I don’t want to get you two sick.”
“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”
Kinsley is never one to beat around the bush. Her straight to the point question throws me off my game. It’s completely unexpected.
“What?” I choke, as I take another bite. “Jesus, Kinsley. I’m eating. Where the hell did that come from?”
“Well, I mean, it’s not like it’s unrealistic. Your wedding was what, two months ago?”
“I’m not pregnant,” I say, almost trying to convince myself. However, despite how much it throws me off, it’s incredibly likely. It’s not like we haven’t been practicing the art of baby making.
In fact, since we’ve got married, I’d say we’d been practicing quite often. We’re qualified professionals now. Married life certainly has its pros.
“I couldn’t be pregnant, could I?”
“Well, I guess that’s a question only you would know. Have you been using protection?”
Since before Callum and I started dating, I’ve been on birth control. Gram got me on it when I was still a teenager in high school. I used to get the worst cramps and the doctor recommended it to help with my cycle.
For as long as I remember, I’ve never missed a pill. I was always on top of it. Every morning I’d wake up, take a shower, and while I was standing in the bathroom, I’d take my pill just before I’d brush my teeth.
My mind flashes back to the week of the wedding. I woke up the day before from a phone call from Kinsley saying the DJ had called and had to back out of our reservation. She was panicking so I pulled myself out of bed, threw on a pair of leggings and a baseball cap, and was out the door. I was halfway down the road when I realized I hadn’t even brushed my teeth, much less my hair or even remembered to take my pill.
It was the next morning when I went about my routine and was about to take my pill that it dawned on me, I had forgotten. Kicking myself for my senseless error, I took two pills that morning telling myself certainly one day wasn’t going to make that big of a difference.
Could it be I was wrong?
“Oh, Kinsley,” I sigh, setting my half uneaten sandwich back down on the plate. The nerves wracking through me, making it nearly impossible to eat now.
“Don’t get worried, it’s going to be okay. I mean, it’s not like you’re young and reckless. You’re married, to a man who would give you the world, and the two of you would make amazing parents. Could you imagine a little Callum running around?”
The mention of Callum as a little boy with sandy blonde hair and the cutest dimples in the world, nearly melts my heart into a puddle of goo on the floor. Callum would make the best dad.
“Do you want me to get a pregnancy test and come over? Would it make you feel better now to find out?”
I check the time on the clock and it’s just after eleven in the morning. Callum won’t be home until well after five.
“Would you?”
