Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I shake my head as everyone but Zoe walks out of the room. “What do you need me to do?’
“Hold my hand.” She nods at me, and I get out of the bed and walk to the bathroom, opening the little test and peeing on the stick. I walk out of the bathroom. “Three minutes,” I tell her and go back to the bed. My hands shaking. “I should really drink something.”
“Here is your virgin mimosa,” she tells me. “It tastes gross, by the way.”
“It’s orange juice,” I tell her.
“I know, but if you call it a mimosa, I’m expecting bubbly, and not getting it makes it gross.” She doesn’t say anything she just holds my hand. “Does he know you’re late?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I didn’t even know until last night when I knocked over my tampons.” Last night right before we left for the rehearsal dinner, I had a mini meltdown when I knocked over my tampons. I ran to my office and checked the calendar and realized I was nine days late. But I thought it was stress, so the first person I called was Zoe, and I begged her to get me a test.
“What in the hell are you guys still doing up here?” Allison asks and then stops midway into the room. “What happened?”
I try to hold it together and not let her see that I’m freaking out. “Nothing,” I say and then put my hand to my mouth, blocking the sob.
“She’s just really happy to be getting married,” Zoe tries to say, but Allison doesn’t move from her spot, and I don’t have a chance to say anything because Evan comes into the room.
“I forgot …” he says and then stops when he sees me with tears running down my face. “What happened? What’s wrong?” He looks at us, and he comes to me, kneeling in front of me. “Beautiful,” he says and then he looks at Zoe, asking for help. I don’t hear Karrie come back into the room nor do I hear our mothers.
“Did you change your mind?” he asks, grabbing my hands in his. “We don’t have to get married.” He brings my hands to his mouth. “We do not need to get married at all.”
“That isn’t why I’m crying,” I tell him when I see the worry fill his face. I get up and hold out my hand to him. “Will you come with me?” He nods, and I look over at our mothers who are now holding hands with tears in their eyes. “The wedding is still happening,” I tell them and walk into the huge ass bathroom. “Sit,” I tell him, and he sits on the little seat I have in there.
“Beautiful,” he says, his voice almost cracking. “I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”
I walk to the counter and pick up the test not looking at it. “I’m late,” I tell him in a whisper, and he looks at me confused. “My period.” Two words making his eyes open. “I didn’t know before last night, and well, I had a mini panic attack and forced Zoe to buy a test for me.”
“Are you?” he asks. I walk to him, standing in the middle of his legs. His hands go to my hips as he looks up at me.
“I haven’t looked yet,” I tell him and hand him the test.
He turns the test over, and we both look down at the word that is on the middle of the test.
Pregnant
I look at the word, and then the tears fill my eyes. We never planned on getting pregnant. And I know that when I got sick last month, they told me that the pill would not work with the antibiotics so we were just a touch careful, not ever thinking it could happen right away. My hand goes to my stomach while he brings my stomach to his mouth.
“Beautiful,” he whispers and kisses my belly, then pushes the shirt up and kisses it again. “I love you.” My hands go to his hair, rubbing it softly, and he looks up at me.
“We are going to have a baby,” he whispers to me, and I just nod at him, the tears flowing like a waterfall down my face. He puts his ear to my stomach. “I wonder if I can hear the heartbeat.” Only he can make me cry and laugh at the same time.
“Are you guys going to be long in there?” I hear Zoe softly say from outside of the door.
“What do you want to tell them?” he asks me, and I just shrug my shoulders. “You know that Zoe is going to know.” I nod at him. “Hell, she’ll probably go through the pregnancy feeling your pain.”
He gets up, taking my face in his hands and kissing me on the lips. “I love you with everything that I have, with every beat of my heat, and with every fiber of my soul.”