Page 86 of Don't Break My Heart
“They think you’re pregnant,” Orlando says with a little too much excitement in his voice.
Onyx is the only one who looks at me with more worry in his expression.
“It’s probably just my body adjusting to being off the pills. I was on them for years, and Ricky said this could happen.” Pregnant. What the fuck are they on? I shake my head, trying to walk away from them. They all have vacation brain. That’s all this is. But as I think it over, I realize me vomiting just now and me being off my food aren’t the only symptoms I have had lately. My tits are so fucking sore, like all the time, and Onyx is right, I’m sleepy as fuck. And those are not symptoms of me coming off my pills. Fuck. I feel lightheaded as the color drains from my face. I’m fucking pregnant, aren’t I? I’m on birth control, I couldn’t be. The room blurs, and I feel someone catch me right before I hit the ground.
“Sloane, are you okay?” Onyx says, his voice soft. His voice washes over me, all warm and comfortable like a blanket.
“Call a doctor,” I hear Orlando shout from behind me.
“I think I just need to lie down,” I tell him, and he picks me up and carries me down the stairs to my room. He places me on my bed then moves in behind me, hugging me to his body. But there is no way I’m going to rest now, even cocooned by his strong arms. My heart is racing like crazy. Reef and Romeo are right. I fucking know it deep down inside, one of these motherfuckers has knocked me up.
I lie there staring at the wall, listening to Onyx’s calm breathing, trying to work out how the hell I deal with this. I know they all want kids, well, at least Romeo, Reef, and Orlando. Onyx might be more on my side with this one. And I have never wanted to be a mom. I’m not sure if it’s because of my fucked-up childhood or just because my lifestyle is not a place to bring a kid up in, but it’s just never been on my radar. Even after watching Harley with the twins. Mila and Elijah are adorable, and I love them to bits, but I get to hand them back when they start crying or need a change.
A knock comes at the door, and I glance over to see Orlando. “Sorry to wake you but the doctor is here.”
I sit up in a rush. “What, why did you call the doctor?”
“I’m worried about you.” He smiles sheepishly.
I run a hand through my tangled hair, knowing there is no better time than now to face my fears. “Let me chuck on some clothes.” I move to my walk-in and throw on a summer dress, then pull my hair up into a high ponytail, needing it off my face. I follow Orlando back upstairs to meet this doctor they have gone and overreacted by getting when I clearly don’t need one. Orlando keeps a hand on me like he’s worried I might just faint again.
“Sloane, this is Doctor Harrison.”
“I remember,” I snip back at him. I have met this dude before, back on the island when I rolled my ankle. What I don’t understand is why he’s in Italy. But that is hardly the first question I need to ask him.
“Nice to see you again, Sloane.” He smiles at me warmly. “Looks like that ankle has healed up nicely.”
“Yeah, good as new.”
“Can we go someplace so I can look you over? Orlando is concerned about you.”
“Orlando worries too much,” I mutter, rolling my eyes just for him.
Orlando grins back at me, not giving a shit about my snippy attitude. “Use the media room,” he tells the doctor, showing him into the room off to the side of the kitchen.
I follow them in, sitting on the sofa, my stomach churning.
“Give us some privacy,” Doctor Harrison tells him, and Orlando moves out of the room, closing the door behind him. The doctor’s attention comes to me, and he smiles softly. “Your husband said you threw up this morning, that maybe you have been feeling unwell all week and off your food.”
“They think I’m pregnant.”
His brow rises. “And do you think you could be?”
“Maybe.” I shrug, not wanting to admit it out loud.
“Okay then. Let’s do a test and see.” He fiddles around in his doctor’s bag, producing a small cup. “If you can get me a sample, I can test right now.”
I take the small cup and slip it into the pocket of my dress. Every step toward the bathroom feels heavy and slow. I don’t know if I want the answer to the question. If I pee in this little cup and it comes up positive, my life will change forever. I don’t even really know how I feel about that.
I do my business then wash my hands, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t look any different. Could this really be happening? My stomach rolls. Shit, if I’m not pregnant, I’m actually a little worried about what is wrong with me.
I step back out into the living room and move quickly through to the media room before I have to come face to face with any of the boys. Once back inside the room, I pass Doctor Harrison my sample. He places a little test strip in there then turns back to me.
“Now we wait a couple of minutes. Can I do some other checks while we wait?” he asks.
“Okay,” I say nervously, not caring about the other tests he wants to run. All I can do is stare at the little test strip that could turn my world upside down.
I feel him place a blood pressure cuff on me and pump it up. Then he checks my heart with a stethoscope. “Can I get you to lie down for me on the sofa so I can check your stomach.”
