One Night Stand(15)
“I know, it’s rash, but when he proposed I couldn’t say no.” She said breathlessly.
“How long have you known him?” I asked softly.
“I...that doesn’t matter.” She sighed. “The point is we’re getting married.”
“I mean if you love him.” I shrugged. “Follow your heart.”
“I’m pregnant, Liv.” She burst out and the color drained from my face. “We’re getting married because I’m pregnant.”
Chapter Two
“Shut the front door.” I said in shock after I gasped for breath.
“I know.” She sat down on my bed and I heard a groan. “Who thought I’d be having a shotgun wedding?”
“Not me.” I said, heart racing. Oh my God, my sister is pregnant with Mr. Tongue’s baby and we’re going to be on Jerry Springer next week. I needed to call Alice right away. I needed to talk to someone about what was going on. The man I had slept with the week before, was about to have a child with my sister. Shit! I’d slept with my soon to be niece or nephew’s dad. What did that make me? Some sort of Jezebel?
“I don’t know him well,” She made a face. “Am I making a mistake marrying him?”
“I just met him, Gabby. I don’t know what to say.” I wanted to shout, don’t marry him, don’t marry him. He was obviously a big jerk, who couldn’t keep it in his pants, but now he was going to be a father, to my sister’s kid, I didn’t know what to say. Did I want to ruin their family before the kid was even born?
“When did he propose to you?” I asked softly. If it was before he’d slept with me, I would tell her, but if it was after, I wouldn’t.
“Two days ago.” She offered me a small smile and showed me her fingers. “Do you like the ring?”
“It’s big.” I said, not knowing what else to say. The ring was beautiful. It was the sort of ring I’d like to receive when I got engaged. If that ever happened.
“It was his grandmother’s.” She said softly and gazed at it. “I’m not keeping this one. He’s going to take me to Tiffany’s and let me choose one I like better.”
“You don’t like that?” I frowned as I stared at her. “It’s gorgeous and it was a part of his family. That means something, Gabby.”
“I don’t want a used ring.” She jumped up and frowned.
“You can’t look at it as if it’s used.”
“I want my own ring. I’ve already seen the one I want: it’s a Princess cut, 5 carat diamond, platinum and about thirty grand.”
“Gabby.” I said shocked. “That’s a lot of money.”
“So what? He can afford it.”
“Oh Gabby.” I sighed. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, what?”
“Do you love him?”
“Do I love him?” She looked at me like I was crazy. “Oh Liv, you need to get your head out of the clouds. People don’t get married because they’re in love anymore. They get married because it makes sense. They get married because it’s better than being single. There are tax breaks and all sorts of benefits to come from getting married.”
“So you don’t love him?”
“I love that he’s a millionaire. I love that he’s hot. I love that he proposed to me.” She shrugged. “Seems good enough to me.”
“But you’re really not sure if that’s enough, if you’re in here asking me what I think.”
“I don’t even know why I’m in here.” She sighed. “I think it’s my hormones.” She made a face. “Being pregnant sucks.”
“Do mom and dad know?”
“Of course not.” She scoffed. “I’m not about to tell them I’m knocked up.” She stared at me intently. “And you better not say anything either.”
“I wasn’t planning on saying anything.” Trust me, dear sister. I want nothing to do with your sordid setup. All of a sudden, I didn’t feel so bad for Gabby. If anything, I felt bad for myself. I was the innocent party in this setup.
“I know you’ve always been jealous of me, Liv.” Gabby fluffed her hair and stared at me with a sad expression. “But I do hope you can grow out of those feelings. We’re adults now.”
“What are you talking about?” I shook my head annoyed. “I’m not jealous of you. What do I have to be jealous of you for?”
“I have a good job. I have my own house. I’m beautiful. And now I’m pregnant and getting married to a millionaire.”