Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

Layton and Reed both started laughing.

“Whit says yes, and Courtney says no. This should be fun,” Layton said.

Whitley stood up and put her hands on her stomach. “Whew, I just all of a sudden got so tired. We have such a big day tomorrow. I should head up to the room and take it easy for the rest of the night.”

I gave her the dirtiest look I could muster up. Traitor.

Layton pulled Whitley closer to him. “That sounds like a wonderful plan. What are y’all going to do?”

Reed looked into my eyes. “Probably head up to the room. I need to make sure my princess gets her beauty sleep.”

Whitley let out a gruff laugh. “Yeah, right. I highly doubt either of you will sleep tonight.”

I snapped my head over and glared at her.

“Sex, Court. I’m talking about pre-wedding sex.” She wiggled her eyebrows up and down as she started making her way over to me. She pulled me into her arms and said in my ear, just low enough for only me to hear, “Tell him tonight. He’s going to be over the moon, I promise you.”

When she stepped back, I instantly missed her calming touch. I nodded my head and said, “I promise, I will.”

Layton walked up, leaned down, and kissed me on the cheek. “You’re going to be beautiful tomorrow, Courtney. Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

I smiled a weak smile. “Thanks, Layton. I will. Take care of my girl, or I’ll bust you in the nuts.”

Layton’s smile faded for a second, and then he started laughing. “God, I love you, Courtney. You always catch me off guard.”

Reed laughed as he pulled out some money, set it down on the table, and then grabbed my hand.

I quickly turned to get my purse and felt dizzy. Shit. The room began spinning. I had to hold on to the chair until everything stopped moving.

“Court? Are you okay?” Whitley asked.

Reed held on to me to steady my swaying body.

I nodded my head. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just spun around too fast and got dizzy, that’s all.”

As we walked to the elevators, Layton and Reed were planning something for after the wedding tomorrow.

I had a million things running through my head. How in the hell do I tell Reed? When do I tell Reed? Do I tell him before or after the wedding? If I tell him after the wedding and he is upset with the idea, he might think I trapped him. Shit! Shit! Shit!

My cell phone went off with a text message notification. I pulled it out and sucked in a breath of air.

Mom: Well, how long does a pregnancy test take?

I peeked up at Whitley and mouthed, My mom.

She smiled and winked at me.

Nice. Some friend she is.

She thought the whole thing was romantic and sweet—not to mention, funnier than shit.

I mouthed back, I hate you.

She made a heart with her hands and giggled.

“Who’s the text from, baby?” Reed asked.

I panicked. He was with me when I bought the tests. He’s going to ask if I sent my mom a pic of the test.