Page 108 of Knocked Up by My Fake Fiancé
Seriously, who does that?
What is wrong with me?
Why wasn't I more careful? Why didn't I think something like this could actually happen?
It must have been from that first time Grayson and I had sex—on his damn desk. I took the morning-after pill and figured that was that. But looking back, it must have been too close to my ovulation date for it to work. I've been regular with my pills ever since, so it couldn't have happened later.
God, what the hell am I going to do?
I already know the answer. I know exactly what I have to do.
I can't keep it.
It would be insane to even think about keeping this pregnancy. I'm not in any kind of place to have a child—not now. I'm still building my company, my career. I barely sleep as it is. While I've never been opposed to being a single mom, I just don't have the time, the money, or the emotional bandwidth for a baby on top of everything else.
And I can't talk to Grayson about it. If he finds out, he'll lose his mind—and he'd have every right to. He basically told me from the start that if this ever happened, it would be my responsibility to handle it.
And I agreed.
I thought I had handled it. Turns out, I hadn't.
Shit.
Either way, it's up to me to take care of this. Grayson's already juggling enough chaos with his family. This is my mess, not his. Why drag him into it?
Except… the idea of ending it makes my stomach twist.
No, that's not right. It doesn't make me uneasy—it makes me heartsick.
Devastated.
And there's no one I can talk to about it.
I didn't expect to feel like this. It's the first time I've ever had a pregnancy scare. I've always been careful—or lucky. Lately, I've been too busy for sex to even be a factor. I've never really had to think about abortion beyond the abstract. I've always supported the right to choose. I still do.
But this is different.
Now it's not a theory—it's real. It's me.
I'm not just weighing an idea. I'm thinking about an actual life—a tiny, impossible life forming inside me. A life created from Grayson's DNA and mine. Something unique, that's never existed before and never will again.
Yes, it's my body. My choice. But do I really want to end this? Do I even have the right?
I never thought I'd have to wrestle with these questions.
"Okay," Ash says finally, her tone snapping me back. "If you don't tell me what's going on right now, I'm walking out of here. For real this time."
Her eyes are narrowed, arms crossed, waiting.
And I just sit there, my throat tight, trying to find words for something that doesn't even feel real yet.
I take a deep breath. I should probably just tell her. If I can't tell Ash, there's no one else on this planet I can tell—and I have to talk to someone. Maybe her psychology minor will help me untangle what's going on in my head.
"I think…" I lick my suddenly dry lips. "I mean, I know… I just found out today… God, this sounds so ridiculous?—"
"Just spit it out, Jenna!"
"I'm pregnant!"
