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I frowned thinking that we had sex in the early part of November. That would mean he slept with me as well as her at the same time. Suddenly I changed my mind. This was the wrong time to tell him I was pregnant with his child. I felt weak and stumbled as I looked for a chair to sit in. Austin steadied me and assisted me to one of the chaises.
“You okay?”
“I’ve been exhausted for the past few weeks. I can’t wait until vacation. I’ve also been sick. I think I’m a little dehydrated.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Sick? How?”
“Nauseous and throwing up. A stomach virus was going around the office.”
Jessie came out and handed me a bottle of water and Austin a beer. He kissed her lips, and I knew now was not the time to reveal my pregnancy. I sipped at the water but my stomach roiled, and I bolted up to run to the bathroom.
“Samantha?” Austin called.
I got to the bathroom just in time and threw up. Austin knocked on the door.
“Sammy, are you okay?”
I lifted my head from the bowl. “I’m fine. Give me a minute.”
I came out a few minutes later, and he was leaning against the door jamb with a concerned look on his face. “You don’t look so good.”
“I should go home. Thank you for the water.”
“I was hoping we could hang out.”
“Another time.”
“I could drive you home.”
“I’ll call an Uber. You have a guest.”
“I wanted you to spend some time with Jessie. I think you’ll really like her.”
“I’ll be back another time.”
I never found the time to tell Austin about my pregnancy while I was in Los Angeles. Our schedules didn’t work together, and I needed to go back to New York on Sunday night. The following week was shortened because of Christmas. I did secure the okay to head off to the Maldives on my vacation, but since I was pregnant, I decided to cancel. I didn’t think I could handle such a long flight with how I was feeling.
Once again, I didn’t hear from my parents for the holiday. This time they were skiing in the French Alps with friends. I stayed in my room at The Pierre and took it easy the entire day by watching television. Holidays didn’t mean much to me since my parents were rarely home, and my grandparents preferred to utilize the day for volunteer work.
New Year’s past much the same way, except I was in Los Angeles. I would be spending the ten days off at home though my employees and the board thought I would be in the Maldives. I would be staying put in my house. I was in the beginnings of my third month of pregnancy, and the morning sickness hadn’t subsided.
Recently, my pregnancy started to show with a slight belly bump. My little almond was growing. During my vacation, I saw my regular gynecologist here in Los Angeles, Dr. Chow. She said everything looked good so far. In another month or so, I would be back in Los Angeles permanently. Things were going smoothly at Tailwind so that I would only be needed there once a month or so.
Eventually, I would reveal my pregnancy to Hassan and let him know that after my sixth month, I had no intention of flying to New York. I still hadn’t told Austin, and it ate at me. I didn’t want to be deceitful, but I also wanted it to be the right time though I supposed there was never a right time to reveal an unplanned pregnancy.
On second to last day of my vacation, I woke up early with what felt like cramps. It was an unusual feeling, and I got up to walk around. I felt wetness in my panties and ran to the bathroom to see that I was bleeding. I knew what was happening, I was having a miscarriage, and nothing I could do would stop it from taking place.
I’m miserable. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, and I can’t concentrate. I lost my little almond over four months ago, and it still makes me sick to think about losing Austin’s baby. I wanted to be a mother, and my time is rapidly ticking away.
To make matters worse, Austin is engaged and getting married to Jessie in a few months. He invited me to the wedding, but I’m not sure I’ll go. I think I’ve had enough of Los Angeles. Several companies have been courting me on both coasts. I need to get away from the hurt. Even though I don’t much like the cold, I’m seriously considering New York.
A large media company has been begging for an interview. I’m scheduled to check out operations at Tailwind this upcoming week, and while I’m in New York, I might speak with the head of the board, Charles Amick. This would be a big change for me, but what do I have holding me in California? Nothing. I barely see Austin, and he was my only friend. It’s better I get out before I lose my mind.
I don’t want to see him get married so I can think about how it would have been if we’d been together. What would our lives be now? Would my pregnancy have lasted to term if I hadn’t worked so much? How would I feel if I lost little almond while we were married? I don’t know the answers.
“Miss Stone, Mr. Amick, will see you now.”
I decided to take the interview. The short heavyset brunette from reception takes me to Charles’ office.
