“Rett,” Casey sighs. “Have you gotten someone pregnant?”
I take a step back as if her words hit me like a physical blow. I bump into the counter behind me, and my free hand wraps around the cool granite, my grip so tight my knuckles turn white.
My eyes drop to the floor as my heart begins to race.
This is too real.
It isn’t just me, Hailee, Bea, and her friend who know.
If Casey and Freya know, does that mean the guys do? Does Parker? Do my parents?
“Rett?” Casey says softly as she steps closer.
“I don’t know,” I confess quietly. “Maybe. Yes.”
“Shit.”
She steps right in front of me, so close that the sweet scent of her perfume filters through my nose.
I look up, and the second our eyes meet, she gasps and throws her arms around me.
I want to fight it. I want to shove her away and kick them both out of my apartment. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t need her hug.
“I’ll make coffee,” Freya says from the other side of my kitchen, and the next thing I know, Casey is leading me to my couch. She sits down beside me and stays silent, but her eyes never leave me.
Eventually, Freya appears with three mugs and places them on the coffee table before she takes a seat on the couch opposite.
“Take your time,” Casey says softly.
“Fuck,” I breathe, resting forward and dropping my head into my hands.
“We haven’t told anyone,” Freya confesses. “We wanted to talk to you first. We didn’t know for sure. We only guessed and?—”
“I went to her ultrasound today,” I blurt.
“Shit, so it’s true. It’s yours?”
“I’ll find out in five to ten days,” I mutter.
“Wow. Shit. That’s…I mean, we thought but…we also didn’t?—”
Finally, I drag my head up and look Casey straight in the eyes.
“What the fuck am I going to do?”
Casey and Freyastayed for an hour. Obviously, they had about as many answers as I did, but I can’t deny that it felt good to talk about it. I might not have dived into just how terrified I am, but I’m pretty sure they could see it oozing from me.
As I would have expected, Casey was brutally honest with me. She’s never been one to beat around the bush, and honestly,it was exactly what I needed. Freya didn’t talk much; she mostly listened, but I felt her support and appreciated it too.
Neither of them needed to turn up here and wait for me. They could have gone running and told all the guys. But instead, they’ve chosen to support me. Honestly, just that thought alone chokes me up a little.
Maybe Casey had been my friend all this time, I was just too pig-headed to see it.
The days pass in a blur. I spend my evenings locked in my apartment alone, drinking like it’s going out of fashion, and then I spend most of the day either in bed or sweating it out in my home gym. It isn’t the existence I crave. Being alone is a trigger for me. It forces me to think and sends me deeper into whatever I’m dealing with.
My cell continues to buzz with messages and calls, but I don’t answer any of them.
They should hate me. I fucked up their chances of winning the cup, and I’m keeping a huge secret from them. Well, a potential secret.
