Page 117 of For Wrath and Redemption
I groan. “It’s the kind of relationship where my first thought was how to keep this from him.”
“Shit.”
I laugh again. I can’t help it. One syllable, yet it encompasses everything perfectly.
“It’s just...” I sigh and shake my head. “Mabel, we’re such a mess. Him and me. Together and individually. We’re a mess, and this was not the plan, and I can’t even?—”
A knock sounds, cutting me off, and I tell the nurse to come in. They give me a little plastic cup and tell me how to use it. Then they gesture to the bathroom door. Even with having to wheel my IV bag into thebathroom with me, the whole ordeal still takes less than five minutes. Less than five minutes to decide the rest of my life.
When the nurse comes back with the results of the urine test, I’m not shocked. I knew it would be positive.
When the doctor calls with the results of the blood test, though, my heart drops into my stomach. According to the test, I’m around five weeks pregnant.
I do the mental math. Five weeks pregnant means the date of conception would have to be...
Madrid.
I almost want to laugh. Of course. Of course, the most humiliating and heartbreaking sexual experience of my life would result in a pregnancy.
It certainly doesn’t bode well for whatever is yet to come.
Shit.
31
JONAH
“What doyou mean she went to the hospital?”
Mabel flinches, then scowls at me. “You don’t have to yell, asshole. She’s fine. It was just a minor injury.”
An injury? She’s fucking injured? I start to pace. My already splitting fucking headache intensifies.
“Why am I just learning about it at fucking soundcheck? You didn’t think you should let one of us know?”
“Did you not hear me? It wasn’t a big deal. She’s fine, Jo.”
“What happened?” I snap the question as I pull my phone out of my pocket and turn it back on with shaking fingers. No missed texts pop up, but I’m kicking myself for ever turning it off.
She was in the hospital, and I didn’t know.
She was in the hospital, and I wasn’t there for her.
“Nothing. She just got a little dizzy on the treadmill.”
I whip my head back at Mabel. “A little dizzy?”
“She passed out.”
“She passed out?” I shout again. I can’t help it.
What the fuck was Claire doing on the treadmill? She was in her pajamas when I left. It was supposed to be our rest day. I pull up her contact and call her. A thousand thoughts swirl through my head as it rings. Did she eat? Is she overtired? Is she sick?
Then I see Theo.
Theo with his head shaved.
Theo with his face swollen.
