Page 122 of Accidentally Ours

But we’ve always used protection. Even that night in Vegas, under the influence of alcohol, we used condoms because I remember thinking that watching Hunter roll on the condom was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

Let’s see, I’ve been moody lately, and hungry and bloated. Those are all premenstrual symptoms. I discreetly Google pregnancy symptoms.

Shit. They’re the same.

And there was that bout of sickness I had a month ago, when I first got to the city. I look at the list…morning sickness and nausea.

Oh, God.

I bolt up and off the couch, my night of relaxation ruined.

“Actually, I’ve got a thing.”

“A thing?” she questions, a piece of chocolate inches from her lips.

“A friend wants to meet up.”

“Oh, okay. No worries.” Emma smiles. “But don’t forget the dinner party tomorrow night. There’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Sure. Okay. Yeah,” I agree without really hearing her words. My mind is not thinking straight. I know I need to get out of here. To figure out if what I think is happening is really happening. Turning back to look at Emma curled up on the couch, I have the urge to confess everything to her. To pull her into this overwhelming panicked state with me so I’m not alone, but I don’t want to say anything until I know for sure. Right now, I don’t know anything, but I know I need to find out.

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Johnathan opens the door and I rush past him so quickly, I don’t realize I’ve walked into a full-blown party. There’s music playing. Attractive, fashionable people with wine glasses in their hands.

“You’re having a party?” I ask.

“I invited you on Monday. Isn’t that why you’re here?” He frowns.

His gaze drops to the CVS bag in my hand.

“Girl, I know you’re twenty-two, but drug store wine is not acceptable.”

“I forgot.”

His brows raise. “The wine?”

“About your party.” I sigh. “I’ve been doing that lately. Forgetting things.”

Johnathan scans me from head to toe.

“You’re a bit underdressed,” he motions to my leggings and cropped tank, “but you’re giving me blonde Kendall Jenner vibes, so I’ll let it pass.”

“Thanks? I guess.”

“What can I get you to drink?” he asks.

“Um, just water,” I say, my eyes darting around the room.

“Okay. Why are you really here?”

“Can I use your bathroom?” I ask.

He looks panicked.

“You’re not going to be sick, are you?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so.” It depends on what the test says.

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