“What are you doing home?” Eve’s voice startles me as I make my way out of the elevator. She’s the definition of a nosey neighbor.
“Wasn’t feeling too well, so I’m taking the rest of the afternoon off.” I give her a weak smile. If Leo’s reaction is anything to go by, I must be looking pretty sick.
“Back in my day, we just powered through. No sense in staying home if it’s just the flu.” Her bright blue eyes stare at me, taking in my appearance.
“My boss told me to go home, so don’t want to get on his bad side.” Especially if this test comes back positive.
“Men. Always thinking they know what’s best.” She waves her hand at me as she goes back into her apartment. “You need anything, you let me know.”
“Thanks, Eve.”
I unlock the door and find comfort in my small studio. Wasting no time, I go to the bathroom and read the instructions on each box. It’s awkward trying to pee on three tiny strips, but once I’m done, I set my timer and wait.
Every thought about what could happen races through my mind. What happens if it’s positive? What will Leo’s reaction be? How does it work if my baby is born here? Am I even ready to be a mother? This was supposed to be the best year of my life. Living in Sydney. Dating sexy Australians. Snorkeling at the Great Barrier Reef. It wasn’t supposed to be spent sitting in a panic on a random afternoon waiting to see if I’m pregnant.
The timer on my phone buzzes, shaking me out of my thoughts. Looking in the mirror, my face betrays every ragged emotion flowing through me. Taking a deep breath, I pick up the first test and look at it. Shit.
I pick up the second and third. All say the same thing. Positive.
I’m pregnant. With my boss’s baby.
What am I supposed to do now?
Chapter Seven
Reagan
Istill feel sick as I meander around Circular Quay. I can’t believe I got knocked up by my boss. Even the hustle of the Quay during the evening happy hour doesn’t do anything to quell the nerves that continue to roil in my stomach. My world has completely stopped, and everyone else is laughing and carrying on without a care in the world.
Even though it’s early, there’s only one person I can talk to about this.
“Reagan? Is everything okay?” Bea answers on the first ring.
“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out. I collapse onto a nearby bench. The lights of the Opera House reflecting off the harbour catch my eye. “Sorry, I know it’s early there, but I needed someone to talk to about this.”
I hear a door close before her voice rings through the phone, clearer this time. “It’s fine. I’m just getting ready for school. Tell me everything. Was thisMister-Best-Orgasm-of-your-life?”
I nod my head before realizing she can’t see me. “Yes. And what I failed to share with you is thatMister-Best-Orgasm-of-my-lifealso happens to be my boss.”
There’s a pause. I know Bea won’t judge me, but I’m judging myself. “He’s your boss?”
“Yup.” I pop the p. “Turns out the random guy I slept with on my first night in town was my boss.Ismy boss. Talk about bad luck.”
“What are you going to do?”
I look down at my stomach. Nothing’s changed there, yet everything has. “I have no idea.”
“Red or blue?”
“What are you talking about, Bea?”
“Humor me.”
“Fine. Blue.”
“Evans or Hemsworth?”
I snort laugh through the phone. “Is this me humoring you? Because you already know the answer to that.”
