“When did you have your last period?” Kodi asks gently from beside Sin.
I scramble for my phone, opening my period tracking app, and panicking because I think they might be right. Ishouldhave had a period recently. The last one was right before the wedding. Looking down at my tracking app, my period was due just over two weeks ago.
Shit.
Fuck.
Oh no.
They don’t know that I slept with Tatum, and there’s been no one since. Icannotbe pregnant, and if I am, this tiny humancannotbe Tatum’s. This is a disaster, and despite my dehydrated state, tears are now spilling down my face like a dam broke.
“Darcy—hey—what is it?” Harley asks, placing a hand on my knee. I turn my phone screen towards the three of them because all of my words are stuck in my throat.
“You gotta pee on the stick, babe.” Sin prods, already opening the box and getting a little set up with a plastic cup and the test ready for me on the side of my vanity.
“Do you want us to stay, or go?” Kodi asks.
“Stay, please,” I say, sniffling. I lift myself off the ground to sit on the toilet. Once the cup is semi-full and my hands are thoroughly cleaned because aiming is harder than it looks, we dip the stick as instructed. Then we sit and wait those three dreadful minutes in silence until the timer we set on Sin's phone starts going off.
“Alright, the moment of truth. Who's looking?” Sin asks.
“Kodi.” I groan looking towards my best friend who is spinning her fidget ring like crazy.
“Oh no, no thank you. I think Sin should look, she’s the nurse and looks at these all the time.” She rapidly says.
“I work in a children's unit, I do not look at these all the time.” Sin butts in.
“Ko, please. I need you to do this for me.” I interrupt before Kodi can say anything in response to Sinclair.
“Ugh, okay, fine.” She gets up, turns the test over, and looks at it. Time slows down as she shouts, “Holy shit! Darcy, you’re pregnant!”
A collective gasp echoes across my bathroom and I bolt upright to look over her shoulder and sure enough, the little screen says “Pregnant”.
“Oh my god. This cannot be happening.” And I’m crying again. What the fuck is wrong with me? I never cry like this, when my childhood dog passed away, I was sad, sure, but I didn’t bawl like I am right now. Oh, wait, I’m pregnant by a man I have only seen at two dinners since we’ve slept together so these tears are totally fine and valid. My mom would be planning a wedding if she knew about this. Oh my god, I’m going to have to tell my mom—she’s going to be livid. This will be the icing on top of the cake of disappointment that is me being her daughter. “I need to take another one. That one is wrong.”
Sin slides over four more tests and I pee on every single one of them, at one point begging someone to go and buy more—which is quickly shot down. When they all say pregnant, there’s no use trying to deny five positive pregnancy tests.
“Maybe we should go sit on the couch and talk.” Harley gently suggests, ever thealmostlicensed mental health counselor. “I love you, Darcy, but it reeks like vomit in here.” We move into the living room, Kodi stopping to light a candle on the way out.
“So how the fuck did this happen?” Sin as always is getting right down to business.
I don’t even know where to start. They know I haven’t been on a date or hooked up with anyone in a while, except for Tatum—one I was going to take to the grave.
“Well, you remember how Kodi got married, right?” I open, wearing a sheepish grin.
“Uh yeah. We were all there,” Kodi says with a laugh, wiggling the fingers of her left hand, her ring brightly shining at us.
“Duh.” I laugh nervously. “Well, have you ever heard the jokes that the bridesmaids and groomsmen should sleep together at a wedding? Like more specifically the Maid of Honor and Best Man?”
“No.” Kodi is staring at me shellshocked.
“Fucking.” Sin’s eyebrows might as well be part of her hairline.
“Way.” Harley is so red, I can’t tell if she’s embarrassed, angry, or confused.
“Tatum was being flirty, and we were having fun that night. We took an Uber back to his place, and I maybe fell into his bed…” I pause. “And his dick maybe fell inside me after he fingered me into oblivion.”
“Darcy Marie Whitestone!” Kodi practically squeals. “You slept with Tatum, didn’t tell us, didn’t use protection, and are now pregnant with his child?!”
