Perfectly Toxic (Sterling Shore 9)

Wren covers his smile, and I rein in a litany of curses.

“What would it take to get you to change your mind?” I ask, prepared to buy absolutely anything.

“Are you seriously trying to bribe my kid right now?” Wren asks. “While in soaking wet boxers?”

“Are you seriously saying you wouldn’t be doing the same thing right now? And the boxers cover more than speedos any day of the week.”

He rolls his eyes as Angel stands up.

“I want a little sister. Make sure mommy has one instead of a boy.”

Ah fuck.

Wren starts laughing, walking away and leaving me alone with a promise I can’t make.

“What if I told you I’d give you fifty-fifty odds on that?”

She arches an eyebrow at me. “One hundred percent.”

Damn it.

“Sure,” I lie, checking to make sure Wren can’t hear me. “One hundred percent.”

Her face lights up with a broad smile.

“They’re at a condo,” she tells me.

A condo? “Which condo?”

She shrugs. “A condo. Make sure it’s a baby sister. Not a baby brother.”

With that, she walks off, and I groan at the ceiling. I guess I’m about to look into all of my friends’ condos, starting with Wren’s.

It sucks to have too many rich fucking friends right now.

Chapter 60

BELLA

I’m half asleep the next morning when I call into work. On the bright side, I sound sick, so they buy the story. Six to eight weeks pregnant… Yeah. I went to the doctor, and they essentially estimated the same thing Berta did.

And it’s been over seven months since my last birth control shot. I called my old doctor to find that out, and then cursed them for all they were worth for not sending me a courtesy reminder card.

That shot is supposed to be every three months. I was unprotected the entire time I’ve been with Ethan. I could have gotten pregnant the very first time for all I know. I still don’t have a clue how I could ever forget the most important part of sex—protection.

Allie is asleep next to me, and I shove at her shoulder. The last thing she needs to do is be stuck here with me when she has a daughter and fiancé waiting at home for her.

She mumbles something to the effect of kicking my ass, but I shove at her again.

“You need to go home.”

“Five more minutes,” she grumbles, causing me to smile against all odds.

I miss my best friend, but she has a new life, and she should be there right now instead of dealing with my mess. Currently, my mess is quicksand, and I’m sinking deeper into it by the minute.

“Allie, seriously, Wren is probably worried about you.”

“I told him I was staying the night with you,” she answers, still keeping her eyes closed.