“That’s fine,” I say as I walk to my bedroom, “I’m going to change quickly.”
I grab a denim skirt and a purple dolman sleeve top before heading into the master bathroom. Before I can even get changed, I rush to the toilet to let out everything I ate today.
“Hey, are you okay?” Quinn asks from the door.
“Just throwing up again.”
“That’s the third time today. Do you feel okay?”
“I feel fine except for this throwing up shit,” I say as I stand up and brush my teeth again.
“Are you pregnant?” Quinn asks with a look.
“No, I need to be having sex to get pregnant.”
“Well, when was the last time you had sex?”
“December.”
“That was only three months ago,” she says.
“I know how long ago it was. I’m not pregnant,” I say with a knowing look.
“Then what’s wrong with you? It’s not normal to throw up like that.”
“I don’t know. Hopefully tomorrow, I will be back to normal,” I say as I grab my denim skirt. I slide out of my jeans and put on the skirt and then the purple top.
“What’s wrong?” Quinn asks.
“Nothing.”
“No something’s wrong, what is it?” she asks worriedly.
“My skirts a little tight at the stomach. Maybe I need to try to lose a few pounds.”
“No you don’t. Are you sure you aren’t pregnant?”
“I’m telling you, I’m not having sex.”
“But you said you did in December. Who did you sleep with?” she asks.
“Liam, SHIT,” I yell.
“What? What happened?” she asks, looking shocked.
“I kept thinking it was a dream, but I know it wasn’t,” I say feeling sick again. “God, what the hell have I done?” I ask as I sit on the closed toilet.
“Should we run out and get a test now?” Quinn asks quickly.
“No. I don’t want to know.”
“Sweetie, you’re going to know sooner or later anyway.”
“Not today, I don’t want to think about it right now.”
“We will get a test tomorrow, that way you’ll know,” she declares.
“I can’t tell him. He’ll think I tricked him again, I can’t do that, not again,” I say panicking.
“It will be fine. Let’s get the test first,” Quinn says, trying to calm me down.
“Oh my gosh, I leave in two months for London. I can’t breathe right now,” I say as I’m about to hyperventilate.
“Yes you can, calm down, it will be okay. We will get you through this,” Quinn says as she comes over to try to calm me down.
“How?”
“We need to find out if you’re pregnant first. So, no worrying tonight; tonight we are going to have fun.”
“I can’t drink if I’m pregnant.”
“You can have a beer or two or a glass of wine, it will be fine. You aren’t going to get drunk Hails.”
“I already lost one of his babies; I can’t do that to him again. Promise me you won’t tell him anything,” I say in a complete panic.
“I promise, now let’s finish getting ready for a fun night out.”
“I don’t know how I’m going to have fun, but let’s give it a shot,” I say as I stand up to finish getting ready.
Fifteen minutes later Kenzie shows up and rushes into the bathroom to freshen up before we head out. “How soon are the guys going to get here?” Quinn asks, just as there’s a knock on the door. “Hey guys, I was just asking when you were going to show up,” she says with a smile.
Spence and Liam walk through the door and we grab our things before deciding to walk to the sorority house.
“It’s good to you see you Hails,” Liam says sweetly.
“You too. Are you enjoying your break?”
“Yeah, but I’m ready for the season to start,” he says looking sexier than ever. How is it possible to get hotter day by freaking day? Liam fucking Masters does it, I just don’t know how.
We head out the door to make the short walk to the sorority house.
“Okay, so I have a topic for all the guys as we head to the party,” Quinn says surprising us all.
“What’s that?” Spence asks.
“What are your thoughts on kids? You want them, don’t want them, what?” she asks.
“What the hell kind of question is that?” Spence asks, sounding appalled.
“Just a topic,” she says, like it’s nothing.
“I want kids, but not until I’m finished with school and I have a career where I can take care of one,” Brody says.
“How many kids?” Quinn asks quickly.