Page 98 of Waiting Forever
She answers on the third ring. “Nathan.” She sounds out of breath. “I’m so happy you called.”
My shoulders rise to my ears. “What are you doing?” I ask, assuming the worst.
She laughs. “Not having sex, like you think. Unless you want to come over.”
I roll my eyes. “Not a chance.”
She lets out a heavy sigh. “That’s too bad.”
“What did you want to talk about?”
“I was hoping to do it in person.”
“Are you pregnant?”
Silence.
Fuck.“Are you?” I demand.
“Who have you been talking to?”
“Answer the question, Harper!”
“Yes. I am.”
The air is sucked from my lungs. I drop onto the built-in bench seat. “Is it mine?”
She lets out a disdainful laugh. “You would ask that.”
“Is it?” I’m on the verge of annihilating this closet. The fact that she didn’t respond with an instant yes is the only thing holding me back.
“I hope it is. I want it to be. You’d be an amazing father. I know you would, and our child would be celebrity good-looking.”
It takes my brain a moment to catch up. “What do you mean, you ‘hope so’?”
She sighs again, this one sounding heavier. “I might have lied when I said I didn’t cheat on you, but I was only messing around with random guys. I wasn’t having sex until this one night. I was wasted and horny as hell. I didn’t think I had sex, though. I woke up in my underwear. But he insisted we did, and you know me, so I can’t rule him out.”
A small amount of tension leaves my body. Of course she cheated on me, and thank God, she did. There’s a chance the baby isn’t mine. “When will you know?”
“Ew. Nathan. I could be carryingyourchild. Consider that. And if I am, I’m keeping it. If it’s the other guy’s, I…I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“You’d abort it because it’s not mine?” I ask, appalled. Where are her motherly instincts?
“No. I don’t know. I just don’t love the guy so it would be weird.”
“You don’t love me, either. If you did, you wouldn’t have cheated.”
“You’re the closest I’ve ever came. I think it was love. Maybe not the practical kind, but we weren’t a practical couple.”
At least we agree on that.
“I’m hoping you’ll come to my next doctor’s appointment. I get to hear the heartbeat.”
“Will you know if it’s mine?”
“I can’t know until you give me a DNA sample, idiot.”
Right. Shit.
