Jensen’sgoing to lose his fucking mind when I tell him.Oh, he’s going to be so happy.
I laugh. It’s not sweet, but hysterical.
We did it.
Worried Theo might come looking for me, I slip the test back into the bag and bury it in the bottom of the trashcan. Then I leave the bathroom.
Juno meets my gaze across the room, the question heavy between us. I give her a small nod, and her eyes flare wide, a grin cracking over her face. I move quickly, closing the space between us before she squeals and Theo realizes something is going on.
“It was positive?” she asks quietly when I’m in front of her.
“Yeah.” I breathe the word. “I’m…Yeah.” I touch my stomach without even meaning to.
“I fucking knew it.” Juno beams. “See, implantation bleeding. I told you. Uteruses are twitchy bitches.”
I laugh, but it’s mixed with a barely contained sob. “I thought it wasn’t possible.”
“I’m so happy for you.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “I’m scared,” I admit. “Happy, but I’m scared too.”
I wanted this, but now that it’s real… yeah, I’m freaking the hell out. A baby. Our baby. I’m going to be a mother. What if I’m terrible at it?
Juno picks up her half-eaten bagel and takes a bite. “You’re growing eyes and a spine inside you that you’re going to push out of your vagina in a few months’ time,” she says. “I’d be terrified as well.”
I freeze. My stomach twists into a knot of anxiety. I hadn’t thought about labor or parts of tearing and stretching.
Oh, now I feel sick for a completely different reason.
I narrow my eyes at her. “Really?”
She laughs like she hasn’t just traumatized me. “You got this, mama. But you need to go home. You’ll scare off any potential clients looking like that.”
“Rude.” I snort despite the emotional rollercoaster raging inside me. “But I can’t just leave. I have things to do—time sensitive things.”
“That I can handle.” Juno waves a hand at me. “Go home. Rest—and that does not mean letting your insanely attractive husband fuck you into a coma all night.”
Heat climbs up my neck. She has such a visceral way with words. “You’re lucky we don’t have a HR department,” I mutter. Her grin is brutal.
“Get out of here.”
I feel guilty leaving her. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She pushes me toward the door. “Go or I’ll drag you home myself.”
I grab my purse and jacket, swallowing the nausea down. “Call me if you need anything.”
“I won’t.”
Of course she won’t.
As I approach Theo, he comes off his stool, his brows drawn together. “Mrs. Rivers?”
“Can you take me home please?”
He eyes me, like he’s expecting to see blood on me. I never leave early. Most of the time, he has to remind me it’s the end of the day. “Of course.”
He helps me into my jacket and then guides me outside. His eyes are everywhere, tracking danger until I’m safely in the back of the car.
