Her ear was probably pressed against the door, the sicko. “You need a new hobby!” I shouted back, sitting on the toilet to do my thing. After submerging each stupid test in my stream, I capped them all and washed my hands, trying not to check the results out of the corner of my eye.
Sometimes having excellent peripheral vision is a double-edged sword.
When I opened the door, Monica almost face-planted at my feet. She did a quick bit of footwork that paid serious tribute to her old cheerleading days and shuffled to the side. “Well?” she asked. “What’s the verdict.”
“Patience. We have to wait three to five minutes, depending on the test. So, let’s check them in five.” I tried to usher her out of the bathroom, but she was having none of it.
“Are lines appearing?” she asked, holding her ground.
Lines, plus signs, there was far more going on with those three little tests than I knew how to process. “We have to wait three to five minutes,” I repeated. I had three to five minutes to get my life together and figure out how I was going to tell Monica. How I was going to admit it to myself.
“Don’t give me that crap. You’re only slightly less impatient than I am. I know you already checked the results.”
It was unfortunate how well she knew me. Unable to keep the truth at bay any longer, I let out a breath, dropping my shoulders in defeat. Finally, I admitted what I’d been trying to deny for two months. “I’m pregnant, Mon.”
“Fuck! For real?” Before I could respond, she marched past me and checked for herself. “Holy shit, girl, all three are positive.”
“I’m aware.”
“Likereallypositive. It hasn’t even been three minutes yet.”
“Yeah, thanks for the info. You’re super helpful.”
“Didn’t he wrap it up?”
I narrowed my eyes, not wanting to have this conversation. “Yes. I’m not an idiot. There were condoms.” I specifically remembered using a condom in the closet, but when we went back to Eagle’s room…
“Why’s your face doing that?” she asked.
“Doing what?” I gave her my best innocent smile.
“He didn’t use a condom, did he?”
“Yes. Absolutely.” I winced. God, I was awful at lying. I don’t even know why I tried. “At least the first couple of times.”
“The first couple of times? What are you, rabbits? How many times did you go at it?”
“Uh… Four? Maybe five? There was a lot of whiskey involved and the details are a little fuzzy.”
“You told me you weren’t going to drink.”
“And you believed that?” I scoffed.
“No.” She crossed her arms. “Not even for a second. When’s the last time you had your period?”
Now we were getting into dangerous territory. The kind of territory peppered with landmines. One wrong step and Monica would blow. “Uh… You know I’m not always regular.”
“Yes, which is exactly why I told you to go on birth control.”
“It makes me sick. And I don’t like putting foreign crap into my body.”
“Well, now you have a baby growing in your body, and that sounds pretty foreign to me. And don’t think I’m letting you change the subject. How long?”
“I’ve missed the past two.”
She rubbed her temples. “If I hadn’t made your ass go running with me, would you have even told me?”
“Eventually.”
