“What other thing?”
“Give birth.” She pointed to her girly bits, totally tearing the rest of the paper with the movement. “I’m going with that option, so this baby has to come out of me.”
Her blood pressure spiked, and this must be hyperventilating.
She breathed faster, her head getting heavier as the room got tilty. How was she going to get a whole kid out of her? And then raise it? And hope that somewhere along the way, it didn’t end up being a serial killer because it had a crappy mom who fed it sugary cereal and didn’t go to the gym?
Pressing her head against the exam table, she paused and utterly missed her life of five minutes ago when her biggest worry was being rude toRolling Stone.
Also, yes, so far (as far as she was concerned), motherhood sucked.
But.
She was great at figuring things out.
This was just another thing to figure out. Right?
“Courtney.” Dr. Carol was using her mom voice. It cut right through the spinning.
Courtney fixed her eyes on the doctor.
“The baby will come out of you. You’ll do great. Women do this every day.”
“I don’t.” Women might, but Courtney didn’t.
“I promise, you will do amazing.” Dr. Carol squeezed her hand. Again, that was nice. But—
“You can’t promise that.”
She couldn’t. No one could.
But this was Courtney’s disaster to deal with. “Women do this every day.”
They figured out how to make it happen.
Dr. Carol nodded. “They do. You will.”
All right. So she was in. She could admit that she was now responsible for a living being.
She could do this.
Maybe.
Chapter Six
Courtney
A Week Later
Courtney adjustedher phone against her cheek as she headed toward the kitchen in Linx’s house in Denver. “Linx’s new girlfriend is really great.”
“I didn’t call to talk about your brother’s new girlfriend. I called to check in onyou,” Irina said.
Funny, things happened pretty quickly after thehey, you’re pregnantappointment. Especially when she had a best friend antsy to plan a baby shower and put on notice that she couldn’t quite yet. Not until Bax was informed of his upcoming parental opportunity.
That was how she planned to spin it, at least. This was her job—to take something potentially negative and spin it into the positive.Oops, I’m pregnant? Oh no, that wasn’t it. It was an upcoming parental opportunity.
Had she told him yet? No. No, she had not.
