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The waitress comes with our food, and we both bite into our burgers with gusto.
“This is the best burger I’ve ever had,” she mumbles around a mouthful. “Thanks for buying.”
“I’m buying?” My eyebrows go up in surprise.
“That’s the least you could do,” she gives me a flirty wink, making me laugh.
I think I just made a new friend.
CHAPTER 36
Moment of weakness
Hunter
I wake up after a restless night of hardly any sleep. Zach never came home. He never called, never texted. I try not to think of the worst, but I seriously have a worst case scenario running through my head.
I wash my face and brush my teeth, then put a pair of tight jeans that I love and a baggy sweatshirt over one of Zach’s t-shirts that I threw on. I am grateful that I don’t need a bra like this. I’ve been dressing up more since being in New York, this has got to be the most casual I’ve been in a long time, and I love it.
I walk around the condo for a while, unsure of what the hell to do. I refuse to send Zach another message until I got some coffee in me. I don’t want to say anything while angry. That’s how things that shouldn’t be said come out.
I don’t feel like making my own coffee though, so I decide to go out for a walk. Instead of heading straight for the coffee shop, I take a long walk, getting pretty close to Zach’s office now. I debate if I should go up and see him, but I am still a little mad at him, and I don’t want to start a fight.
As I pass a pharmacy, my mind wanders to the last time I had a period. I may need to grab some tampons on my way back. I get my cell phone out of my pocket and pull up the app I use to track my cycle. It’s got to be really close, I think.
I squint my eyes at the date showing for when I was supposed to get my last period. It is marked as six weeks ago. How did I not have a period in six weeks?
My heart starts beating out of my chest. There’s a rush of blood going straight to my head, and I don’t know if I need to be excited or if I should not think anything of it so that I don’t set myself up for disappointment later.
Without thinking, I walk into the pharmacy. After some searching around the store, I locate the aisle where they have the pregnancy tests lined up on shelves. It is overwhelming how many of them there are. I grab three different boxes from different brands, then march to the register to pay.
“Good luck,” the teen boy who works as a cashier actually blushes when he scans my items. With a mumbled thanks, I pay and grab my bag from him.
Once I get outside, I am momentarily disoriented. I don’t remember which way I came from and which way I’m supposed to go so that I can get back to the condo.
I decide to take a right. I am two blocks away from the pharmacy when I realize that I should’ve gone left.
“Damn it,” I mutter under my breath and stomp my foot on the ground when I stop walking.
I take a deep breath to help me focus, and turn on my heels to walk back. My eyes fall on a poster of a huge cup of coffee that’s plastered in the window of the diner I happen to be in front of. I wonder if I can have coffee if I’m pregnant.
As I am mulling things over, I realize that I can see the patrons inside, sitting at tables, laughing and eating. One booth catches my eye in particular, breaking my heart in the process.
There sits Zach Cavanaugh, my husband in the eyes of law and of the world at large, next to a beautiful blonde that’s stuck to his side like glue. My breath hitches in the back of my throat when she turns her head a bit, and I realize that it is flight attendant Sasha. I could never forget a beautiful woman who basically eye fucked my husband right in front of me with no shame.
“This is not real,” I repeat over and over as I power walk back to the condo. My legs are killing me by the time I make it to the building, and I can’t even force a smile for the very nice doorman who jumps to open the door for me when he sees me approaching.
“Mrs. Cavanaugh, lovely day for a walk.”
“Yes, lovely,” I think I say, then head for the elevators.
I get upstairs and look around in confusion. The dining room table is still set just as I left it yesterday. It all looks romantic and like out of a movie scene.
I check the time and see that it is close to four in the afternoon. How long did I actually walk? I don’t remember anything. The bag in my hand makes some noise and I jump startled, looking down in confusion. The pregnancy tests I bought.
I run to the bedroom and hide the plastic sack in the duffle bag I use for overnight trips. I am not ready to see what the results would be, one way or another.
I pace for the next few hours, unsure of what to do or who to call. I need to talk this whole thing out with somebody, but I don’t know who. Maybe Chloe, I decide. But then again, I don’t want to overwhelm her with my drama. She’s been so supportive lately, I refuse to dump more of my shit on her.
