Page 45 of Beauty and her Billionaire Beast
“Of course. I have a few bottles of water in case you haven’t had anything todrink.”
“Great. It’s probably best if I have it when we get to your place,” I say, refusing to risk having to stop on a Colorado freeway to take a dump and throw up at the sametime.
After I give her the run down on how horribly wrong my flight went, she has a puzzled look on herface.
“Sounds like the twenty-four-hour flu bug,” she says. “Either that, or you’repregnant.”
All the air leaves mylungs.
“Don’t joke around like that, Beth. The way I’ve been feeling for the last two weeks. It’s been awful. Please don’t jinxme.”
She glances over at me. “Okay, but when was your lastperiod?”
“Oh that’s easy. It was on...” I grab my phone, unlocking thescreen, then open up my electronic notepad. I log the start and end date in here every month like clockwork. “It wason...”
“Go on,” she presses. “When wasit?”
I look at the note and scratch myhead.
“Hmmm. Today is July seventh, so thatmeans...”
Oh God. The last entry in my notepad is May fifteenth toeighteenth.
“I don’t know how this happened.” I look overat her, already weak, and now, in a fit of panic. “I’m over three weekslate.”
“Oh. Wow.” Bethany check her mirrors and flicks on her right indicator lights. She makes a couple of lane changes, getting off the next exit ramp. A few minutes after, she parks at a big retail superstore. “Give me a fewminutes.”
She goes inside and returns within minutes. “Here you go,” she says, thenthrusts a plastic bag onto my lap and starts hercar.
I don’t need to look inside the thin, flimsy white bag. There are seven or eight pregnancy tests in there, each one a differentbrand.
“Oh God,” I moan, my bodyweak.
“The birth control clinic in town is open today, but as you don’t feel well, I’ll set up an appointment for tomorrow morning. You’re going to need some restafter all these tests come backpositive.”
“Gee, I’m so glad you have such faith in me,sis.”
“I’m going on instinct. My gut tells me you’re carrying that asshole’s baby. Let’s just get the results and we’ll go from there. Everything will be fine. I’ll take care ofit.”
If I’m pregnant, I also don’t have a job, the father isn’t talking to me, Mom and Dad are going to go nutswhen they find out, and I’m nowhere close to being ready to be a singlemother.
Somehow, I don’t feel so sure ofanything.
