Page 109 of Knocked Up by My Fake Fiancé
The words burst out louder than I intend, sharp enough that the people at the next table stop eating and stare.
"Sorry," I mutter, lowering my voice as I turn back to Ash.
Her eyes are wide."What?"
I nod weakly. "I found out today. I wasn't feeling great, so I went to the pharmacy for some meds and picked up a pregnancy test, just in case. Turns out that was the right call. I'm going to see a doctor later to confirm, but… yeah."
"Oh my God." Her hand flies to her mouth. "I can't believe it."
"Yeah." I exhale shakily. "I can't either."
"Is it Grayson's?"
I nod again.
"I thought you said you two were only together for show!"
"I know, I know." I drop my head into my hands. "It was supposed to be. But then… so much happened. He's really not the kind of guy I thought he was. He's… he's…"
I trail off, because there aren't any simple words. Sweet? Arrogant? Brilliant? Infuriating? All of them—and somehow none of them. Grayson isn't someone who fits neatly into boxes.
"Do you love him?" Ash asks quietly.
I think about it. Now isn't the time for denial. "I don't know. But I think… maybe I do."
"Oh my God."
"I know."
"It's been like six weeks, Jenna."
"I know. Trust me, I'm as shocked as you are. But he's just… more than I expected."
"No, I get it." She sighs, then leans forward, voice low. "What are you going to do? Are you thinking of keeping it?"
"I can't. I'm pretty sure Grayson doesn't want kids—at least not right now. He told me the first time we hooked up, and I promised I'd take care of any… complications."
"Okay, but what do you want to do?"
"I…" My throat tightens and my eyes fill before I can stop them. "I don't know."
"Well, that's the thing," she says gently. "It's your decision. No one can tell you what to do with your body. Whatever thehell Grayson thinks, you're the one who has to deal with the consequences. Sure, you can listen to him, but it's still your call. If he's so dead-set against having kids, he should've worn a condom—or better yet, kept his dick in his pants."
Despite everything, I smile at her fierce defense. "I love you."
"I love you too," Ash says softly. "And I'm here for you, whatever you decide."
After lunch with Ash, I head back to my office, determined to get some work done. I've been useless all morning, but maybe if I throw myself into planning the upcoming gala, I can stop thinking about my life imploding.
Nice theory.
Doesn't work.
Because when I step into my office, Grayson's mother is sitting there waiting for me.
"Mrs. Wolfe?" I freeze in the doorway. She rises slowly, her expression carved from ice.
This is my private office. How the hell did she even get in?
