Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
“Y-es.” I stutter.
She nods her head. “Okay. Stay put. I’m going to tell them that you’re resting and not to disturb you.”
I watch her leave and she’s talking to the women outside as she goes. Once she’s gone, I move over to the couch and sit down as I freak out. What am I going to do? Elias is not going to be happy. Yeah, he said he wants kids, but he sure didn’t say he wanted them with me. I slap my hand to my forehead. And I told him I loved him.
By the time Natalie makes it back, I’m pacing a hole in the carpet of the office. I take the bag from her and start to ramble. “What am I going to do?”
She puts her hands on my shoulders and looks me straight in the eye. “Chloe, remember when I told Beau I wanted a divorce?”
I nod my head because even though I disagreed with her, I knew Beau loved her. “Yeah, I remember.”
She nods. “And until we got back together, you were with me, helping me, talking me down, the whole way. I’m going to do the same for you. You’ll get through this, and I’m here for you. Olivia, Abby… all of us, we’re here for you.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay.”
She lifts the bag I’m holding. “So first step, let’s find out if you are indeed pregnant or not. Then we’ll go from there.”
“Right. Take the test.” I take the bag and disappear into the bathroom off the office. I follow the directions and stare at the stick as it sits on the counter. I can hear Natalie pacing back and forth, her phone ring, and then her talking.
“No, Beau, I’m not pregnant.”
“I was picking up a pregnancy test for a friend.”
Fuck, people are already talking about Natalie buying a pregnancy test.
She giggles. “Yes, we can surely talk about another baby.”
“Okay, I’ll see you when I get home.”
I tune out the rest of the conversation and stare at the stick. It’s barely been a minute, but the lines are already showing up. Two lines. I already read the package, and I know what two lines mean, but I’m reading the pamphlet again. Sure enough, there’s no doubt about it. The test says I’m pregnant.
CHAPTER 20
ELIAS
The pounding on the door is like a hammer against my temples. I raise my head, and the papers that were covering my desk are stuck to my face and arms. I unpeel them and lay them back down just as the knocking sounds again.
I stumble out of my office and to the front door, and as soon as I see Davis standing on the other side, I leave the door open and head to the kitchen. Coffee. I need coffee.
I haven’t slept in over forty-eight hours, and before that, I didn’t sleep much either. I was up most of the night with Chloe, but I was fine missing sleep for her.
“To what do I owe the honor of this visit?”
Davis comes in, turns my table chair around, and straddles it. “You look like shit.”
I get the coffee machine going and cross my arms as I lean back against the kitchen counter. “Yeah, thanks. I sure appreciate that. Now, did you need something or did you just think you’d come over to harass me?”
“I came to congratulate you, that’s what.”
I blow out a breath. All the guys give each other shit, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s some kind of prank or some bullshit going on right now. “Oh yeah?” I drone on, sounding bored. “Congratulate me for what?”
He opens his mouth and closes it, and that gets my attention. Davis is never speechless. Especially when it comes to busting someone's balls.
“Congratulate me for what?” I ask again.
He tilts his head. “Why do you look like shit?”
I look at the coffee pot impatiently. I really should have gotten one of those quick one cup coffee makers because I need it right now. “Because I’ve been working for the last forty-eight hours, and I’m almost delirious over the lack of sleep. So what’s up? Can we do this later?”
Davis’ eyes get huge, and he runs his hands through his hair. “So you haven’t talked to Chloe?”
That makes me alert, and I go from leaning on the counter to standing straight up, ready to pounce. “No, I haven’t talked to her. Why?”
Davis starts to pace, and I follow behind him into the living room. “Fuck.” And if that’s not enough, he says it again a little louder. “Fuck.”
“Is Chloe okay? What is it?” I ask frantically.
He turns to me wide-eyed. “She’s fine.” He blows out a big breath and holds his hands up. “Okay, so this is good. Who knows how you’re going to react, so this is good. I’ll tell you and—”