Page 71 of Fangs for the Memories
“You’re right, I should have paid more attention instead of letting myself get distracted,” I say into her shoulder.
“What, by running your successful business while you planned the wedding of the century to all of his stupid exacting requirements? I hardly think so.” Lucy scoffs. “I did steal all the cheese from the rehearsal dinner though, I hope you don’t mind.”
I release a soggy laugh. “I hope you still have some. I might not have paid for it, but I do love cheese.”
“Is that a new thing?”
“Why?” I lift my head from her (now slightly soggy) shoulder.
“Because if you’re having cravings, I probably know why.”
Lucy picks up the pregnancy test, and the outcome is as clear as day. One word. One single word which is going to change my entire world far more than discovering there are monsters in it.
PREGNANT.
Grace
Ididn’t sleep much. Not only is Lucy’s pull-out bed lumpy as hell, but I had all sorts of scenarios running through my brain.
I need to tell Ferenc about the baby. After the first test, Lucy insisted on another to be sure. Five tests later and they were all positive.
Lucy was supremely excited. If nothing else, I expect because it was a massive “fuck you” to Mark.
She never did like him much.
I dug through my things until I found my phone, only to discover the battery was dead, presumably from being in the hold, and no charging cable. By that time it was late and I was tired, so we resolved to sort it all out in the morning.
Which is what had me tossing and turning. Ferenc bustled me out of his country without even saying goodbye. He said he loved me, he said I meant the world to him, and yet…
How do I know what he says is true? Maybe his real mate turned up and he needed to get me out of the way?
Turns out, even if he’s not in my life anymore, Mark is still spoiling things for me.
When, in the early morning, I finally hear Lucy moving around in the kitchen, it’s a relief. My head is one hundred percent not a fun place to be.
I wrap my ruined coat around me and go to join her.
“Hey, hun.” Lucy gives me a big hug, frowns at my coat, and then pushes me onto one of the stools next to the window which doubles as a breakfast bar. “You want some coffee?” She fills a cafetière with hot water and the scent fills the kitchen.
My stomach does a slow about turn.
“Um…maybe not,” I say.
Lucy opens the fridge, brings out some orange juice, and pours me a glass.
“Apparently tastes the same coming out as going in.” She pushes it towards me.
“Thanks, I think.”
I drain the juice in almost one gulp, not realizing how thirsty I am.
“What are you going to do?” Lucy asks, putting two slices of bread in her toaster.
“Generally, or right now?” I ask.
“I was thinking about the fact you’re carrying a werewolf baby and the father is three thousand miles away.”
“Don’t,” I groan. “Like I haven’t been thinking about it all night.”
