I wish we could hide away here forever.
Me and my Mase. The happy version, where there isn’t work and money and responsibility.
I pull open the shower door and frown. Megan is in the bathroom pulling on a floral two-piece.
“I’m pretty sure that’s mine,” I tell her.
“But look how good it looks on me.” She pouts.
“I know, it’s super cute. That’s why I bought it.” I smile, checking her out as I slip on my underwear. “It does wonders for your tits mind.”
“Right!” She sulks as she starts taking it off. Lucy and Scarlet are already dressed and are lying on the bed, looking at something on Lucy’s phone. I drop my towel and start to dress.
I can feel Megan watching me as I pull on the shorts. “Fuck off. It’s my outfit; get your own.” I chuckle.
“I wasn’t looking at that.” She nods to my stomach and frowns.
I look down, running my hand across my belly defensively. “What?”
“Turn to the side.”
I spin and look down in the mirror, noticing Lucy and Scarlet’s eyes now on me also. “I’m really bloated,” I say in annoyance, slumping my shoulders and pulling the shorts higher over my hips. “I’m due on, I think.”
“That’s quite the bloat.”
“Alright! I haven’t been dancing as much. I’m back to it now, though. It won’t take long to lose the few pounds I’ve put on.”
“Oh, please! You look phenomenal. That’s not what I meant, silly.” Megan tries to assure me, but I feel crappy. “You have… a… a little… bump.” Her brows shoot up as she says it.
“Nina?” Lucy questions.
“I’m due on, and I’m bloated. Stop being a dick, Megs!” I tut. “I’m on the pill.”
“Nobody actually said that word,” Megan says.
“But you implied. With your judgey eyes.” I glare, pulling the top over my head.
“Nina.” Megan steps up to me. She isn’t a serious person, but the look she gives me fills me with worry, and my gut twists. “Babe, it doesn’t look like bloat. I’m not being mean. When are you due on?”
Panic fills me as I run my hand over my stomach, trying to think.
Fuck, when am I due on?
“I can’t think.”
“Don’t panic,” Lucy coos, jumping up from the bed and coming to me.
“Do you track your periods?” Scarlet asks.
“Yes, always.” I run my hand through my hair and notice I’m shaking.
I’m on the pill. This is ridiculous. I’ve not been dancing, and they’re working me up over nothing. I’ve been in a bikini the whole holiday, if it were anything other than bloat they would have noticed before. I would have noticed.
“Where is your phone?” Lucy starts moving around the room in search of it.
I rack my brain, thinking back to the last time I had a period.
And then it comes to me. “The day I crashed Mase’s car. I came on that night. He almost called an ambulance.”
