Page 120 of Love Me Again

“Damn right, he looks at you like he’s fascinated with you,” Aimee states, biting into a prawn cracker and chews gingerly until her face falls. “Oh, crap.” Her blue eyes go wide, and she covers her mouth and runs off toward the bathroom. Jo and I watch her run off, and her retching echo's in the house. We look at one another, and Jo’s brows go up.

“Could she be...”

My mouth falls open as I look at Aimee, who comes back muttering to herself. “Aimee? You okay?”

She sinks into the chair and nods, pushing her food away with a grimace. “That was gross.” She shudders and sips her water, looking at Jo and me over the rim of her glass. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Aimes, are you pregnant?” I ask, and she chokes on her water and starts coughing hysterically. I reach over and pat her on the back. “Easy girl.”

“No,” Aimee croaks, clearing her throat. “I don’t think so. I had my period…” She stops and frowns. “When did I have my period?” Jo and I smile at one another. “You and I are on the same cycle. Have you had yours?” She asks me, concerned, and I shake my head.

“No, I haven't had mine yet. I should be due soon, though.” Aimee relaxes a little while I load up the app on my phone, and I stare at it unblinking. “Oh God.”

“What?” Aimee asks, sitting forward.

I lift my eyes and look at her. “It says I'm two weeks late?” Aimee visibly pales, and so do I as we stare at one another.

“Oh, my God! A double pregnancy!” Jo chirps excitedly, bouncing in her chair. “Our babies will be best friends!”

“I can’t be pregnant!” Aimee and I cry out together.

I feel sheer panic, and I get up and pace back and forth. “Alaia is not even one yet! Oh, my God! I can’t be pregnant. I’m on the pill.”

“I’m not ready to be a mum!” Aimee whimpers. “We’ve not even been married a year.”

“Uh...guys.” Jo chuckles, watching us. “You should take a test before you panic.”

“I have tests,” I gasp, looking at Aimee, who nods, and we all hurry to the ensuite bathroom in the master bedroom.

“You first.” I hand one to Aimee, and she looks at me, her blue eyes showing her concern. She shakes her head and looks at the test in her hand.

“No, you first.”

“Oh my god!” Jo gets up from the bed. “You two are killing me. Why don’t you do it together? Aimee, use the other bathroom, Shayla you go in here. Go!” Aimee and I jump, and I hurry into the bathroom while Aimee leaves the room to go to the guest bathroom. My fingers were trembling as I ripped the test open. I can’t be pregnant again; it’s not possible. I pee on the stick, wash my hands, and leave the bathroom. I place the test on my nightstand, and Aimee puts hers beside mine. We look at each other. I hold my hand out to her, and she takes it. Aimee was shaking too. We wait anxiously for three minutes.

“It’s time,” Jo says, looking at the watch on her wrist. Aimee and I walk over to the nightstand.

“On three?” She whispers, and I nod. We exhale and lean to look at the test. I stare at the word ‘Pregnant’ numbly. Well shit. I look over at Aimee, who had the same look on her face.

“I’m pregnant.” She whispers.

“Me too.”

“Guys! This is so great! Why aren't you excited? All three of us are pregnant at the same time. How incredible is that!” Jo exclaims, hugging us both. It was incredible, and I know Cole will be over the moon when he finds out, but Alaia is still so young. I'm still young. Two kids before I'm thirty.

“Have you discussed kids with Josh?” I ask as we all sit on my bed. Aimee stares at the test in her hand, chewing her lip nervously.

“Yeah, briefly, but we said after a year. We were careful. I don’t understand how this happened.” She sighs dejectedly.

“I was on the pill, and that fertile freak still got me pregnant,” I mutter bitterly, looking at the monitor at Alaia, who was asleep in her bed. Both our tests say 3-4 weeks pregnant.

“Are you going to tell the boys together?” Jo asks, grinning. She’s excited enough for both of us. I place my hand on my flat stomach, and Aimee does the same to hers. We look at each other and laugh.

“Shayla, what the fuck? We’re pregnant!” Aimee exclaims, still stunned.

“I know!” I groan and fall back on my bed. “Is it bad that I’m upset I won’t get my brains screwed out by Cole anymore?”

Aimee laughs and lays down beside me, her head beside mine. “Bish, I'm right there with you.” She laces her fingers with mine, and we sigh. Jo lays down on my other side, and I lace my fingers with hers.

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