“I’m fucking aware how reputations work in the music industry, Noah. I’ll handle it.”
I hang up on him and toss the tests on the counter before bracing my hands on it and hanging my head to think. But no matter how many ways I try to clear my mind of the chaos, the questions just keep pouring in.
Is the profile current?
Has she been seeing anyone else?
Is the baby mine?
The last one hits me like a bullet to the chest. The only thing harder to digest than her being pregnant is her being pregnant by another man.
I clench my jaw and take in a hot, angry, jagged breath.
Then the front door opens.
Amanda walks in and I look up at her. Her eyes meet mine and then look down at the tests splayed out on the counter. She freezes. Then I realize she’s holding something in her hand.
A sonogram picture.
Shit just got very, very real.
Chapter 30
Amanda
“Surprise.”
Sometimes, in a moment of panic and shock we say the dumbest thing imaginable in the worst situation possible.
And that’s what I did just now.
As I walk into the penthouse, hoping and praying that Callum is working in his office or maybe working out or even cooking up another four-star meal, I find him standing in the kitchen, looking like a puffer fish, with my two peed-on pregnancy tests screaming the thing I was still trying to figure out how to tell him about.
The sonogram photo in my hand doesn’t help.
And between that and the heartbeat of said baby still thumping in my head like a record stuck on repeat, I am not a sane person right now.
“So, it’s true?” Callum asks but it comes out more like a statement than a question.
“If two lines means yes and one line means no then…yes. Those are in fact positive tests.”
I just keep making this better and better, I tell you what.
“They’re yours?” he asks.
“Of course they’re mine. Who else would they belong to?”
“I don’t know,” he rounds the counter. “I thought maybe they were a friend’s or your sister’s or–”
“They’re mine. I am pregnant.” I hold the photo out to him. I also hold my breath.
But Callum doesn’t take it. His eyes flicker down to it for the slightest, uncaring moment before fully focusing on me again. “You’re pregnant. You suspected it and didn’t say anything. You bought pregnancy tests and didn’t say anything. You took those tests and they’re positive…and you didn’t say anything. And you went to the doctor to confirm those tests and still didn’t say anything.”
My eyes widen and anger creeps up my spine. “I just found out.”
“But you knew,” he cuts me off.
“I had suspicions.”
