False alarm.
And I would have worried him for nothing.
On the other hand, I don’t want to live with this knowledge myself ...
My thumb hovers over my best friend’s contact. Then, before I can change my mind, I hit Call.
It rings once.
Twice.
“Babe,” she answers on the third, chipper as always. “Tell me you’re calling because you left him and are moving in with me once you get home.”
Very funny.
I roll my eyes; the background noise in her phone is so loud I can actually hear people chattering, a radio. “Where are you?” I ask.
“Wrangling Harris around town. I’m his new sidekick.” She laughs. “I swear, I’ve spent more time inside of his truck this week than I’ve spent in any car in my entire life combined.” She sighs dramatically. “We’re sitting in his truck right now about to walk into the stadium—I was dying to see the locker rooms, and he has a quick meeting with the trainer.”
Translation: Make this quick.
“Um. So,” I whisper, sinking onto the toilet lid and clutching the phone to my ear. “Things here are great but ... I might have accidentally made a human.”
There’s a long pause as she translates that sentence.
A sharp inhale of breath.
“Annabelle!”
“I know.”
“Oh my God.”
“Iknow.”
“You’re—wait, did you take a test?”
“Not yet. I’m in a bathroom; he’s in the shower. I panicked and bought a three-pack. The box has a QR code on the side of it for the app.”
Lucy lets out a choked laugh. “Of course it has an app. Because capitalism won’t stop until your uterus is Bluetooth enabled.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“It’sa littlefunny,” she says gently. “But also—okay. Do you want me to stay on the line while you take it?”
I chew the inside of my cheek, staring at the stupid little test still sealed in its plastic wrap. “Yes and no,” I say at last. “I don’t want to do this alone, but I also don’t know if I should tell him yet. What if it’s nothing? What if I worry him for no reason?”
There’s a pause.
“Babe ...” Lucy’s voice is barely above a whisper. “I think you should wait.”
My eyes flick to the closed bathroom door. “Wait?”
“Yeah. Wait until someone’s with you. Preferably him.”
I groan. “Iknewyou were going to say that.”
“Annabelle, I get the urge to know. Believe me, I do. But if this test says what youthinkit might say? You shouldn’t be alone. And Maverick deserves not to be blindsided.”
