“So, you’re tellin’ me you’re over that shit?” Jack asks, looking like he understands why Asher was mad. I think anyone would understand why Asher was mad.
“No, I’m tellin’ you that I know it’s not easy to choose sides, and that I’m willing to work on my relationship with Meg so you don’t have to choose.”
Jack looked relieved. I could understand that. I’m sure it’s not easy loving two people who don’t get along. “Okay. We’ll be there for the party,” he says, opening the front door. “It was nice meeting you, November.”
“You too,” I say as the door closes behind him.
Once Asher locks the door, I yell, “We’re getting a pool!” And I launch myself at him.
“No, I’m getting summers full of you in nothing but a bikini,” he says, giving me the dimple.
“Ugh.” I scrunch up my nose. “I have never worn a bikini.”
“Well, you’re not getting in the pool without one.” He looks at the ceiling, smiles and looks back down at me. “I will make an exception for you if you’re in your birthday suit.”
“Of course, you will,” I say sarcastically. “How generous of you.” I shake my head. “Hey, what are you doing?” I screech from my now upside down position.
“I’m going to make sure your birthday suit still fits, baby.”
“Oh.” I smile as he carries me to the bedroom and shows me his birthday suit. Let’s just say that his fits him perfectly. I didn’t ask how mine fit, but I did note that he wasn’t complaining.
Chapter 10
I couldn’t believe it. I looked at the calendar again, thinking that something had to be seriously wrong. But every time I counted, I came up with the same thing. I was not only late, I was L-A-T-E, as in three months of no period. I knew that my pants were fitting tighter, but I had also been eating like a pig. Now I knew the reason why I had been eating like a pig and the reason for my tightening clothes. If I was correct, I was about three months pregnant.
“Holy shit,” I whispered into the top of the desk where my head had landed with a loud thud, I was on the shot. I had been on the shot since I was sixteen and my mother forced me to get on birth control. She quickly found out I wasn’t very responsible with taking the pill, so she made my nanny take me to the hospital where they offered several different forms of birth control. I chose the shot only because I never had to think of it after I got it. Obviously, I didn’t think about anything. I didn’t think about my clothes becoming tighter. I didn’t think about feeling tired. I thought about nothing. If I hadn’t been planning on getting my shot prescription refilled, I wouldn’t have thought about the fact that I hadn’t had my period. I would have ended up on that show where the girl says, “I didn’t know I was pregnant until I felt the baby coming out of my vagina.”
No woman wants to think that she’s so out of tune with her body that she doesn’t realize when another human is growing inside of it. I started to laugh, and then a sob came out.
What was Asher going to think? Seriously, we had only been together for a few months. I needed to buy a test. I needed proof. I let my head thud on the desk a few more times, hoping that it would put my brain cells back in order. I called Asher and told him that I was leaving the club, got in my car, and began the mission of getting proof.
I asked Liz to go with me to Target. Her job was to provide a distraction if we came across anyone that we knew while in the store. Lord knows, if anyone from town saw me buying a pregnancy test, they would assume that I had gotten knocked up on purpose and rumors would run rampant.
“So, you’re late?” Liz asks, looking over at me.
“Late is an understatement,” I tell her as we walk down the aisle of the store. It’s ironic that tampons and pregnancy tests are located in the same section.
“So, what are you going to do if it’s positive?” She holds up a box, reading the back.
“I don’t know,” I say quietly.
“Well, you know he loves you so I’m sure everything will be okay.” She gives me a reassuring smile. I smile back and pick out a test. I thought about putting it in my purse until we reached check out, but I really didn’t want to get arrested for shoplifting, so I just put it under my arm, trying to hide it. Going towards the front of the store, my worst fear is realized when Trevor walks around the corner.
“Hey, sis,” he says, trying to give me a hug but the test is still under my arm and I don’t want it to fall out, so I half pat his back. “Liz,” he says, smiling, and I watch her face turn pink.