I sit down on the lid of the toilet and put my face in my hands. What will I even say to them? ‘Hey guys, so I’m pregnant and I don’t know who the dad is, because I got raped by the Cartel?’ Yeah, that will go over well.
And what will Rachel think? I mean, she lost her baby, will she hate me because I am pregnant? Will she want me to get rid of the baby?
I throw away the test and rewash my hands before I head downstairs.
Time to face the music. I have to tell them ASAP. They will know something is up; I am terrible at lying to them.
Chapter twenty-two
Alex
Oliviarunningthroughthehouse as soon as she got home was weird. I thought maybe she had to poop or something. You never know, but she was in the bathroom for a long time. When I went to check on her, I heard her breathing heavily, and it sounded like she was crying. I don't want to interrupt whatever is going on, but I also don't need her hurting herself.
I know she has been through a lot, and I refuse to lose her by her own hands if it becomes too much for her to deal with on her own. When I hear her voice through the door, my heart relaxes just a smidge.
I go back to the kitchen to finish making the salad to go with dinner. Rachel is on the couch with her face in a book, like usual. Getting that woman to put a book down has become a task in itself.
The footsteps coming down the stairs stop my thoughts, and I turn. I see a very pale Olivia, with red eyes and tear streaks down her face. My heart drops to my stomach, and next thing I know, I am running up to her, wrapping her in a hug.
"What’s wrong, Azúcar?" She buries her face into my arm and shakes her head.
Well, that's not going to work. I am not taking a head shake as an answer. I put my finger under her chin and lift her head so I can look her in the eyes.
"What's going on, Azúcar? No secrets." She wipes at her eyes and nods. Then the tears start to fall again.
"I'm pregnant," she whispers against my chest.
My whole world stops. I think I stop breathing, and I stand there, holding Olivia like a lifeline.
"You are?" My voice comes out in a squeak. She doesn’t seem to notice and just nods in response.
I see Rachel put her book down and walk over to join us. She grabs Olivia from behind and scoots in close.
"We got you, baby girl." Kissing the top of Olivia’s head.
Olivia hiccups and looks up at me. "You aren't mad?"
"Why would I be mad, Azúcar? You are pregnant, that is nothing to be mad about." I mean that with every fiber of my being.
"But.." I cut her off with a kiss.
"No buts. You are pregnant. That's all that it is."
"But what if it's Tony's or your Grandfather’s? They used me while I was with them." Her voice is so shaky, her words are barely coherent. “You don’t want me… want me to get rid of it?” She is sobbing again into my shirt.
I lift her face to look at me. “ Of course not, baby, I would never ask you to do that. That is your choice completely.” I wrap her in a hug, trying to keep her from breaking. “And baby, what happened with Tony and my grandfather was not by your choice. Tony is dead, my Grandfather is nowhere to be found, and when he is found, he is going to be dead also. So as far as I am concerned, it's our baby." She uses her arm to wipe the tears out of her eyes and looks at me with so much love.
"It's all of our baby," Rachel says.
Olivia and I both look at her in shock.
"What? Am I not allowed to be a mommy also?" She looks at us deadpan.
Olivia looks over her shoulder and kisses Rachel. "You will always be my children's mommy."
I pull my arms out from around Olivia and wrap them around both of my girls. This is an exciting moment. I can't wait to see where this next adventure takes us.
One thing I know for sure is that these women are about to be my wives, though.
