“Maybe we should go back and see if he has a friend for you,” I tease, sticking my tongue out at her.
“Maybe.” Her face goes red.
My brow shoots up. “Matt still stuck on waiting till marriage?”
Tina rolls her eyes. “He’s very religious.”
“Or maybe he’s gay,” I suggest. I love Tina to death but her and Matt have been together since the ninth grade and he has barely finger fucked her. I get that not everyone is sexual, but they have been together like ten years. They have been engaged for two. I just don’t understand why they haven’t had sex or even came close. “Don’t you ever want more?”
“Of course, but I’ve waited this long. In another year he’ll take over at his father’s insurance firm and then we’ll start building our house and have our dream wedding.”
“If you say so.”
“I love Matt.”
“Okay. Okay.”
Chapter 3
Two months later
~ Camreigh~
“Are you okay, babe?” You don’t look so hot. Tina touches the back of her hand to my forehead. “You don’t seem to have a fever.”
I frown. “I’m just nauseated. I think it’s a stomach bug.”
“What did you eat?” She picks at the Styrofoam takeout box on the counter.
“Nothing. That’s from yesterday. My stomach was queasy the moment I rolled out of bed.”
Tina takes my hand in hers as I lay my head on the counter. “You don’t think you could be you know?”
“No. I don’t know. Think I could be what?” I look up at her and regret it as my head starts feeling fuzzy. My stomach lurches and I run for the bathroom. Down on my knees I lean over the porcelain bowl and dry heave.
“How long has this been going on?”
“I don’t know a few days maybe.” My stomach rolls and I gag but nothing comes up.
“Don’t take this the wrong way but could you be pregnant?”
I squint at her as my head throbs. “What?” I croak. “Pregnant? Me? No way. Not possible.”
“You sure because I don’t think you have food poisoning or a stomach bug?”
My face grows warm. There’s no way. The doctor said it wasn’t even a possibility. I shake my head. “I don’t know. I’ve been told most of my life that I would never have children. I just…what the hell will I do?”
“First things first. You aren’t going to panic. We are going to get you a test and then we will figure it out from there. Okay?”
I take a breath and try not to cry. “Okay. You’re right. I’m a big girl. I got myself into this. I can get myself through it.”
My bestie’s mouth moves from a tight line into a half smile. “That’s the spirit.”
“What would I do without you?”
“Be in jail or dead.” She grins and I try not to laugh because my stomach still feels gross. “Get cleaned up and we’ll make a pharmacy run.”
An hour later I am pacing the kitchen floor of my apartment. “Is it time?”