Prologue
Kayla
I pace in my room,willing my period to come. I’ve been blessed to have a regular cycle that comes every twenty-eight days on the dot, minimal cramps, and a medium flow.
It’s the one thing I could always count on in life, so why is it fucking me now? Tapping my phone screen again, I double-check the date, and it confirmsagainthat I’m late.
Fuck.
I can’t even think about the possibility of being pregnant.
Because if it’s true...there's only one man I’ve been with for months.
And I don’t even know if Thomas is his real name. With a groan, I collapse onto my bed.
“Go to Costa Rica,” I mutter to myself, “have a weekend-long affair. It’s no big deal.”
I roll onto my stomach and scream into my pillow. Tears well in my eyes; I do not want to confront the possible reality yet. I have no way of contacting the guy if it’s true.
We parted ways without exchanging numbers or social media handles, not that I use it a lot.
A knock on my door pulls me from my inner turmoil, and I sit up on my bed to face my roommate. We don’t know each other very well. I only moved in a few months ago, but we get along fine.
“You okay? I can hear your thoughts from the other room,” she asks, teasing amusement twinkling in her stare.
My shoulders rise and fall in a heavy shrug. “I—don’t even know where to begin other than, do you have pregnancy tests?”
Her mouth pops open. “Oh shit, girl.”
A hollow laugh bubbles out of my throat. “Yeah.”
She grimaces and shakes her head. “Sorry, I don’t. The only people I fuck have cocks we can toss in the drawer after.”
I groan again, falling back onto the mattress with my arm thrown over my face. “Ugh, don’t rub it in.”
My roommate snickers. “I can swing by the pharmacy after my pilates class though.”
“You’d do that for me?” My voice is so small, the offer affects me more than normal. It’s a sweet gesture, because I’m not sure I have the bandwidth to go to the store and grab one myself.
She nods. “Of course. I’ll text you the amount and you can transfer it.”
“Perfect, thank you.”
When she leaves, I’m stuck with my thoughts again, and I try to piece together anything that man could have said that would lead me to finding him.
Then my thoughts stray to what to do with my job. I was supposed to pick up a job that would send me to Thailand for a few weeks. It’s only an hour and a half before my roommate tosses me a bag with a few boxes and a humorous “good luck.”
I chug down a cup of orange juice and take the damn test with my eyes closed before pacing the small tiled area in front my shower.
Three minutes drag on longer than the college freshman I fucked years ago, and I thought that was a double-feature horror show at the time.
The timer on my phone echoes in the small room, and I inhale deeply.
Okay, I can do this.
With shaky hands, I flip over both tests and my stomach drops out, the breath stalling in my lungs.
Pregnant.
