I expected her to notice. “Yeah, just a little queasy today. I think it was the sushi last night.”
“Ew. I told you to stop eating that stuff.”
“What? I don’t eat the raw kind. It’s perfectly safe.”
“If you say so. You’ve barely touched your coffee. That’s never like you.”
“Like I said, I’m queasy this morning.”
Millie eyed me suspiciously. “When was the last time you got your period?”
“Just the other week. It was—” I clapped a hand over my mouth, my eyes wide. That wasn’t this month. That happenedlastmonth. Which meant…my period is late.
Millie’s eyebrows shot up, and she set her mug down on the table. “What? What is it?”
“My period is late.” I whispered, my stomach twisting. Oh no. I’m not ready for a baby yet. To be a mother. I shook my head. “Millie. This can’t be happening. Please.” Tears sprung to my eyes.
She reached over and placed a hand over mine. “It’s okay. We’ll all be there for you, just like you were for me. Come upstairs with me. I have a pregnancy test.”
“You have tests?”
“Yeah.” Millie said, without looking directly at me. “You never know.”
I shot her a questioning look. “Okay, okay, so sometimes I have one-night stands. I’m safe, okay?”
“Okay, you don’t need to explain anything to me. Glad you’re getting laid.”
Millie laughed and I followed her upstairs.
My heart raced.
“Millie, I’m not ready to be a mom. I need more time. With Harvey. What if he’s upset?”
“Harvey isn’t Ryan, Lex. He won’t leave you. Trust me when I say that man loves you.”
My nerves eased. She’s right. We said I love you a few months ago, and it was true. I loved that man with my mind, body, and soul. “I’m sorry, Millie. That was insensitive of me.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s a natural fear worrying what your partner’s reaction will be.” She opened the hallway closet and fished out a test. “Here, go pee on the stick.”
“Okay.” I took the test from her and went to the bathroom. I followed the instructions, peed on the stick, put the cap on, and finished my business before washing my hands. I opened the door, Millie pacing in front of it.
“Where is it?”
“On the counter. Don’t worry, I put paper down.”
“I don’t care. I want to see the results when they come up.”
We stared at the test. Millie gasped as two lines formed. No, two lines meant positive, right? No…it can’t be…
“Oh my God,” I said.
“Oh my God,” Millie whispered. “You’re pregnant, Lex.”
“I’m pregnant,” I repeated, the reality not sinking in.
Millie burst into tears. And then came mine. We both fell to the floor, a blubbering mess.
Dylan and Harvey appeared in the doorway. “Mommy, are you okay?”
