“When are you going to tell him?” Courtney asked, confronting me the moment that she saw my face.
I walked to the sink and turned it on to scrub my hands.
I met her curious gaze and smirk in the mirror. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do. I’ve been watching you, and sis, you’re pregnant.”
“Impossible.”
“Why? Have you been ruled infertile?”
“No.”
“You’re on birth control?” she asked, then grabbed paper towels from the dispenser and handed them to me to dry my hands with.
“No.”
“He uses a condom?”
I laughed. “Damn, sis, get out my vajayjay.”
“Has he?”
“Hell no,” I replied, tossing the towels in the trash as we exited the restroom.
“Then why do you think you can’t be?”
“Because I know my body, and I would know if I were pregnant.”
“When was the last time that you had your cycle, Baby?”
I paused on the way to our car where I saw Harlem standing and talking with one of his teammates.
I thought about that and started calculating back. How had I missed it? I had been so busy at both bakeries and with the community baking classes that I hadn’t paid my body attention.
I pulled out my phone and muttered, “I don’t know. Let me check.”
I scrolled to the app on my phone, and my eyes widened.
Courtney smirked, sucked her teeth, and then laughed. “Now what was that you were saying about it being impossible again?”
“Damn, Court. It’s been a little over seven weeks.”
“You need to get checked, but until then, take this,” Courtney advised, digging into her purse before pulling out an oblong box that she discreetly passed to me.
I glared at it in my hand before looking back up at my sister-in-law.
“Do you always walk around with pregnancy tests in your purse, sis?”
“Hell yeah. A girl gotta know. Can’t be caught slipping. I keep these and Plan B on me at all times. Don’t leave home without them.”
Despite my situation, I laughed with her before I stared at her and smiled weakly.
“We didn’t plan to have a baby for another year.”
“Sounds to me like your plans were as reliable as a rubber with holes in it, since you didn’t use protection, and you didn’t plan not to have a baby.”
I groaned. “As much as I hate to admit it, Court, you’re right.”
