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I lift a shoulder. “A few days. A week maybe.”
“Does the stomach flu last that long?” she wonders aloud.
“No idea, but this one is.”
“Is, uh…is there any chance you might be pregnant?”
I sit straight up at the question as my eyes widen. The sudden shift in my position pulses nausea in my stomach.
“Oh, shit,” I mutter. “Shit,” I say a little louder. “I was on the shot, and I had to cancel my appointment when I went to Vegas, and I can’t remember if I ever rescheduled.”
I grab my phone and look through my calendar, and it takes me a minute to realize my last shot was in July.
It’s December now. I’m supposed to go every twelve weeks, and I missed the one scheduled in early October.
We had sex in mid-October…but that would be too soon, wouldn’t it?
These thoughts are swirling around my mind as Addy stares intently at me. “Well?”
“I think there might be a tiny chance.”
She closes her eyes, and then she says, “Stay here.”
She heads out into the family room as I try everything in my power not to freak out. She returns a minute later. “Okay, I called in. My lesson was already sitting out for the day, so it’s easy peasy for a substitute anyway. Do you have any pregnancy tests?” She’s being so calm and rational, and I feel like…well, like I’m going to throw up again.
“No, do you?” My voice is a tad hysterical.
“No. I’ll go get some. Do you need anything else?”
I shake my head, though some water sounds good right about now. And a banana. And a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And some Doritos.
Peanut butter and jelly? I haven’t had one of those since I was in middle school.
Holy fuck. What if I’m pregnant?
Chapter 41: Asher Nash
I Can’t Let You in
A flight to San Diego leaves in ninety minutes, so I rush to the airport with nothing more than my phone and my wallet. I purchase the ticket while I’m in line for security, and I’m boarding a plane a few minutes later.
This wasn’t on my bingo card for today, but here I am.
I reserve a rental car before the plane takes off, and I spend the flight putting in an Instacart order I can pick up not too far from the airport when I land.
She still hasn’t texted me with her address, but one thing at a time. Maybe the text will be waiting for me when I land.
It isn’t. I call her again, but she doesn’t pick up.
And then I take a selfie of me on the plane and text it to her.
Me:Just landed in San Diego. I need that address.
If she doesn’t respond, maybe I’ll pay Spencer a visit. Maybe I will anyway since I’m in town on a one-way ticket.
But, thankfully, shortly after I’ve picked up the groceries, she texts me the address. She’s actually not terribly far from my brother.
I click the map and let my phone guide me to her place, and I stare up at the skyscraper she lives in. She’s close to the water, and I’m sure she has some top-notch views from her place.
