I think I’m going to be sick.
“Th-thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Do you want us to send your prescriptions to your usual pharmacy?”
“Um no. Send them to…um the Cartwell Family Drug Store.” My mother never steps foot in the place. She can’t stand Mrs. Cartwell.
“Okay. I am faxing it to them now. If you have any questions or need a referral for an OBGYN please let me know.”
“I’m good.”
I am so not good.
I am fucking fucked.
Chapter 17
Liri
“Do you want to just go to Donali’s like old times?”
“Yeah sure. Sounds good.”
“You okay?” Hayley studies me intently. “You’re so pale.” Her nose scrunches.
“My iron has been low. That was my doctor he wants me to take some supplements. It’s no big deal.”
“Okay. Well you ready to go?” She runs her fingers through her blonde hair, fluffing it at the roots.
“Mhmm. Is it just us?”
“Woodrow and Ben will probably be there and Cassidy but no one else that I know of, but we don’t have to hang out with them. Or we can go someplace new.”
“Donali’s is fine.”
I shove my phone down in my purse and try to put on a brave face and pretend I’m okay.
It’s cold and snowy, but I need the fresh air, so we walk instead of me driving. Hayley is talking a mile a minute about how Christmas isn’t going to feel like Christmas in Arizona because she won’t have snow. I concentrate on nodding and mhmming at the right moments, but all I can think is there is a baby growing inside me.
A part of Killian.
A part of me.
Our love may not have survived, but it gave me something beautiful to hold onto.
We walk in and so many memories wash over me. Not all of them good, but all of them of him. Of Killian. We start toward the tables in the back, but I stop Hayley. “Can we sit by the window?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“I like seeing the snow,” I lie. I want to be close to the door in case I need to make a quick exit. We grab the table by the large picture window. I order a Sprite and Hayley gets a Pepsi. All the blood in my body has drained to my feet. I’m pregnant. My mother is going to kill me and then she’ll kill Killian. I’m going to be sick. I feel faint.
“Do you want to split a pizza, or you want a sandwich or something?”
“Pizza is good. Just order whatever you want. I’m not that picky. I’ll eat whatever.” I doubt I will eat at all. I should eat because of the baby, but the thought of all that grease right now is turning my stomach. “I’m going to go wash my hands.”
“Okay. I’ll do a regular pizza.”
I make my way toward the back where the bathrooms and pool tables are located. Hunter is sitting with a group of his buddies from the swim team. I try to pretend I don’t see him, but it does me no good. He’s spotted me. “Liri?”