Page 132 of The Loathing

“I... erm,” I rub my palms over my duvet, “I think… I… shit,” my hands begin to tremble.

“Twilight, you’re scaring me,” and suddenly, I am scaring myself.

“My period, fuck, fuck, fuck,” and now it is Titus’ time to pale. “I’m late, like, late late.”

“What do you need from me?”

“A test,” I am frantic, and I can’t seem to calm my mind down, my heart is galloping in my chest like a herd of wild horses. “How are you going to get out? No, I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. Go. Please,” I beg and he just nods, not looking back once before the bedroom door slams shut.

How could I have been so stupid.

“It’s just stress,” I repeat to myself out loud.

You hope my subconscious whispers and I let myself fall back into my pillows, covering my face with my arms.

Shit.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

TITUS

Jumping in the car, my heart is jack hammering in my chest. Pregnant? Surely not. We’ve done it twice recently, granted one without a condom… but still. Pregnant? I know hand on heart that it’s only been me with her. And if she is pregnant, it’s my baby. But pregnant?!

I race down the road to the closest drugs store to try and get her some tests. I panic and dial Killian because I am stressing, and I don’t want the rest of the guys to know about this yet.

“Titus, you okay?” he asks and I butt in.

“Fine, I need help but this does not and I mean it, go any further than between me and you.”

“Of course, shit, is everything alright?” and I hear the sound of a door closing softly.

“How many tests should I buy to see if someone is pregnant, I mean, I did all this twenty-two years ago. Has much changed? You used to get it confirmed via bloodwork with the doctor, but does that happen still? Is it different in England?” My speech is rushed, and I hear him chuckle.

“Oh dear.”

“Killian, I called for help, not judgement.”

“And I’m going to help you… just…”

“Please.”

“He is going to kill you,” and I know the bastard is smiling.

“I know, I’m going to be six feet under by the time I get back to the house,” I turn my blinker on and pull off the slip road and continue to the store.

“Just get a couple of different brands, clear blue and first response are what we used. If it’s negative, do another one in the morning, if its positive…”

“Shit, what if it’s a false positive?”

“No such thing.”

I tighten my grip round my steering wheel as I pull into the parking lot and settle on the first parking spot I see.

“I’m here, not a word.”

“Lips are sealed…”

And I breathe a sigh of relief.

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