Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Just not right now.
Right now, I’m too freaked out.
"In the meantime, let's not jump to conclusions. Remember that time we thought you had that rare tropical disease after we came back from Cancun, and it turned out to be a bad case of food poisoning?"
I grin at the memory despite the situation at hand. "Yeah, I remember. I guess I do have a tendency to overthink things every once in a while."
"Oh, you absolutely do. But that's what I'm here for – to keep you grounded and remind you not to spiral into a frenzy of what-ifs."
My chest squeezes with warm fuzzies. She’s such a damn good friend. "Thanks, Miranda. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'd probably drive yourself crazy," she quips quietly. "Now, promise me you'll schedule that doctor's appointment. Don’t geek out and run and get thirty tests. You’re probably just stressed out.”
"I promise.”
But my fingers are crossed behind my back.
"Good. And hey, even if the worst-case scenario were to happen—which I highly doubt—you wouldn't be alone in this. You've got me and you’ve got Grady and all our friends."
Grady.
Why did she have to mention my brother?
Not only is he going to freak the hell out but he’s going to go postal on Drew.
My stomach is in knots.
The conversation continued, seamlessly transitioning from my worries to lighter topics, and I hear most of them. Mostly.
Eventually, Miranda has to end the call, and when she does, I stand in the middle of the living room with my phone in the palm of my hand. Sure, I'm relieved my bestie has managed to talk me down off the ledge, but that doesn’t stop the reality of the situation from sinking in again.
I might actually be pregnant.
And no matter how badly I want it not to be true, I can’t help but think that it is.
Because my body just knows.
I place a hand on my stomach.
I, the girl who can barely keep a cactus alive, could potentially be responsible for a tiny human being.
Shit.
I let out a theatrical sigh and sprawl out on the couch again, staring at the ceiling.
"Well, this is a fine mess you've gotten yourself into," I mutter to myself. "Why would you have let him bang you without a condom, you idiot? Who does that?"
Just because he’s the crush of your life and your childhood fantasy doesn’t mean you weren’t going to get yourself preggo—or an STD.
Don’t even get me started on that…
I roll my eyes at my own melodrama, but deep down, I can't help feeling a flutter of excitement beneath the layers of anxiety.
I was told I might never be able to get pregnant, so I’m not going to lie and say the thought of a little version of me running around is both terrifying and oddly…exciting. I can already picture mini-me demanding bedtime stories and insisting on ice cream for breakfast.
No.
Dude, you’re twenty-one.
Your parents are going to freak out.
Speaking of mini-me, I can practically hear my brother's voice in my head, complete with his signature overprotective scowl. Grady is going to flip when he finds out. He's been in big brother mode since we were kids, and the idea of his baby sister becoming an actual mother will make his head explode.
But then there's Drew.
Ah, Drew.
The guy who swept into my life like a whirlwind and turned everything upside down. What if I’m about to turn his life upside down when all I wanted was one night with him?
Don’t be ridiculous. You won’t ruin your lives if you find out you're pregnant. Plenty of people who aren’t in relationships manage just fine.
I mean, I don’t know any, but they’re out there.
Ha!
A surge of affection warms my chest as I think about his goofy smile and the way his eyes light up when he talks about his favorite nerdy books and how he admires his older brothers because they’re all bonded by football.
I can almost see the disbelief on his face, his expressive eyebrows shooting up to his hairline, his strong jaw clenching.
As I continue to drift in my sea of thoughts, the room around me seems to blur into the background. The possibilities and challenges of the future dance before my eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotions that leave me both exhilarated and overwhelmed.
With a determined grin, I push myself up from the couch and head toward the kitchen.
It's time to face this situation head-on, armed with a healthy dose of humor, so I do what any modern girl would do. I take my phone, poke on the Door Delivery app, and swipe it open.
Add a pregnancy test to the cart.
One.
No, two, just in case.
Fine. Better make it three.
To be on the safe side…
DEAR DIARY…
Framk Phillips asked me to prom and I didn’t know what to say. He asked me in gym class while we were running the mile, which I thought was weird—he had the balls to tell me that if I say yes, he’ll do an actual Promposal, but he didn’t want to do one first and waste his time and money if I said no.