Just change the middle one, baby.
Admit it.
Don’t make me a liar to Mason.
Just in case
Sophia
I don’t think Ican take much more.
Tossing and turning every night, riddled with guilt over stringing him along is getting old.
But I think I’m still fighting this damn cold.
I wake up every morning nauseated from all of the stupid mucus I swallow in my sleep.
A deep, rhythmic sound vibrates through the earth making my stomach roll before my eyes even open.
Ugh, I forgot today is when Oliver starts digging on Sawyer’s new house.
It’s strange that Oliver has gone from an irritation to a friend. Almost a comfort knowing he’s there. One more person that I can trust in a world where someone is out to hurt us.
When I sit up, my tummy feels like it keeps moving.
Swallowing hard, I head towards the kitchen for some coffee.
“Morning, sunshine.” Lori’s bright smile scalds my eyeballs with her neon cheer.
“Huh,” I grunt, slinking into the chair.
Char looks up from the couch where she’s holding one of her twins. “I thought you were over that head cold? Is it still getting you?”
“Yea,” I moan. “I might puke.”
Char and Lori exchange some sort of bat-signal, because they both move at the same time and sit on either side of me.
“Sophia, you said you were with your guy?” Lori reaches out and pushes a small white stick at me. “You need to test yourself.”
Char nods seriously. “It’s time, girl. We’ve been watching you drag butt all week, and this isnotfrom a cough.”
I pick up the plastic rod.
A pregnancy test?
“Fuck,” I mutter, then look up quickly to make sure Paisley didn’t hear me. “There’s no way.”
Char sits back and blinks at me rapidly. “You guys didn’t—”
Waving my hand, I interrupt her. “Yea, okay, we did. Fine.”
I don’t need them to convince me. I’ll do it and prove that I’m not—
Pregnant?
Staring at the two little pink lines doesn’t make them change.
Son of a bitch.
