“He hasn’t spoken to me because I think that, deep down, he wants to go back but he doesn’t want to hurt me.”
“You think he’s confused?” Brooke asks.
“I think so… and now…” I tip my head back to the sky in despair. “I think I’m pregnant.”
“Oh, fuck!” Jolie snaps.
Brooke’s eyes widen in horror.
“Does Nathan know you’re pregnant?” Jolie gasps.
“Yes. Well, no, because the test was negative.”
“You did a test?”
“Yes. But apparently they can take a few days if the hormone levels are low.”
“How late are you?”
“Five days.”
“You’re five days late on the pill?” Jolie gasps.
“Yes.”
“Oh, fuck, you’re gone. Totally knocked up.” Jolie rolls her eyes.
I put my head into my hands in despair. “What do I do?”
The girls sit in silence, too shocked to reply.
“So, let me get this straight,” Jolie says as she recaps the situation. “His ex came back and Nathan hasn’t spoken to you since.”
“Before that, actually. He hasn’t really spoken to me since you said those things at the club.”
Brooke punches Jolie hard in the arm. “You fucking started this shit, you bitch.”
“I know.” Jolie winces.
“Robert professed his love, and you think Nathan still has feelings for him.”
I nod.
“But you think he’s going to stay with you because you’re possibly pregnant.”
My eyes well with tears, and I nod sadly. “Yep, that about sums it up.”
“Oh God.” Brooke drags her hand down her face. “This is a fucking nightmare.”
“You can’t have this baby,” Jolie says. “You are setting yourself up for a lifetime of insecurity.”
“If I’m pregnant, I’m having it, Jolie,” I bark. “And I was already insecure before any of this happened.”
We sit in silence for a while as we all try to find a solution. The enormity of the situation has really sunk in, now that I’ve said it out loud.
“You just need to talk to him, Lize.” Jolie sighs. “Only he can give you the answers.”
“I know.”