Page 28 of Spike's Perdition
“Ivory, what’s wrong?”
“I’m going to leave you two alone now. Ivory, I don’t want you driving the rest of the day. You need to rest,” Dr. Hardy commands as she opens the door.
“Don’t worry, Doc,” Megan answers, rubbing my back. “I’ll take care of her.”
After the door closes, I pull away from Megan’s embrace. “I’m pregnant,” I blurt, knowing it’s the last thing she’s expecting me to say.
Megan steps back, shock registering in her eyes, and scans my face. “What did you say?”
“Please don’t make me say it again,” I beg. “Megan, what am I going to do?”
“Do you know who the father is?” she asks as I glare at her. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. I know you were with Spike that one time, but I didn’t know if you moved on and were seeing someone else.”
“I fucking wish I could tell you that,” I reply, chuckling bitterly. “Unfortunately, no, this is all Spike.”
“You don’t have to go through this alone if you decide to keep it,” she says softly. “I’ll be the greatest auntie in the world, and Eric is going to go nuts. But you don’t have to decide now.”
I grimace. “Spike’s the father. He has a right to know before I make any decisions.”
“Call him,” she encourages.
“I can’t. We didn’t exactly exchange numbers.”
Megan taps her chin in thought. “Wait a couple of days and go find him at Purgatory. At least you know the club owns it, and they’re there all the time.”
“No,” I say firmly. “I need to do this today, or I’ll lose my nerve.”
“Alright,” she hesitates. “I’ll drive you.”
“I have to do this myself.”
“You heard the doctor,” she argues. “You can’t drive. In fact, you’re supposed to rest.” Megan holds up her hand to silence me when I open my mouth to protest. “I’ll stay in the car, but I’ll be damned if you do this alone.”
“Fine, let's go,” I concede.
Forty-five minutes later, we pull up outside of Purgatory. It’s only five-thirty, and it doesn’t appear too busy yet. I grip my purse and say a silent prayer as I reach for the door handle.
“I can go in with you,” Megan offers again.
“I love you, but I have to handle this on my own.” I slip one leg out of the car. “You got your phone?”
“Always,” she promises.
“I’ll text you if I need rescuing,” I joke, trying to ease the tension.
“Good luck,” she calls as I shut the door.
It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust once I’m inside. I scan the floor but only see a couple of members of Saint Purgatory, none of whom are Spike. I take a relieved breath.
I’m not as ready for this conversation as I thought.
“Ivory!” Skye hollers from the bar. I walk over and take a seat in front of her. “Haven’t seen you in a while. Did we scare you and your friends off? RaRa won’t quit gabbing about Eric,” she gushes without taking a breath.
I giggle. “Eric won’t shut up about him either.”
“So, where’s your posse?”
“I’m alone,” I lie. “Is Spike here today?”
