Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
"It was dark outside,” Clarabella says. "And no one saw anything; we were under a blanket."
"In the front yard!" my mother shouts. "You have a whole house to do that in." I can just picture her hands going crazy in the air.
"We started outside and finished inside," Clarabella clarifies for her. "It's like we were dry humping, it's fine." She smirks. "We kept it PG-18."
"I'll see you all at six," my mother says, disconnecting, not even continuing this conversation.
"You're welcome," Clarabella says and I laugh. "She's so distraught about me, you having a baby out of wedlock might be the least of her worries."
"You are insane,” Shelby declares. "Her having a baby out of wedlock will push her to cover all the mirrors in her house and mourn."
"She's going to walk down Main Street with a veil over her head and sit in the park feeding pigeons," Clarabella cuts in. "Like the girl from Home Alone 2."
"Oh, God, you are both ridiculous." I get up. "I'll call you when I'm done."
I walk out of the meeting and walk into my office when I hear the front door open. I'm grabbing my purse when I hear my name being called over the speaker. "Presley, your baby daddy is here." Clarabella giggles. "And he's looking dapper AF."
I groan and walk out of my office, seeing him standing in front of Clarabella laughing. He's wearing a black suit that molds to him, with a light gray button-down shirt. His hands are in his pockets and it makes his arms even bigger. "What are you doing here?" I ask, walking to him.
"I figured that we can go to the doctor together," he says to me. "And then maybe go for lunch."
"Is that code for go and put more baby batter in you?” Clarabella says, laughing.
"You are so gross," I retort, turning and walking out of the office, ignoring the fact that I'm so nervous I feel like I'm going to vomit. I walk over to his car and feel him right behind me. "I really wish that you would have told me you were coming here today."
"Well, if you didn't sneak out of my house this morning," he says, opening the door for me, "I would have told you."
"Oh, now it's my fault." I get into the car. "If you think of kissing me right now, I'm going to…"
"I would never kiss you out in public," he says sarcastically, "and have people think we actually like each other." I roll my eyes. "We are having a baby together, people are going to know we've kissed."
"I don't want to be late," I state and he just nods his head, shutting the car door and walking around the car.
He gets in and neither of us says anything to each other after I give him the address. His phone beeps about fifty times on the way to the doctor. "Someone is a social butterfly," I tease when he parks as he grabs his phone.
"I'm in the middle of a merger," he tells me, looking down at his phone. "I'll turn it off."
I reach for the handle of the door and push it open, stepping out. Every single step feels like this overwhelming dread coming to me. I've been nervous and anxious for the last two days and I'm ignoring all the screaming that is going on in my head.
We walk into the waiting room and I give my name to the secretary, who smiles at me and tells me to come on back. Bennett puts his hand on my lower back as we walk into one of the examining rooms. "The doctor will be right in," she says. "If you can undress the bottoms." She hands me one of those blue big paper sheets.
I look over at Bennett, who is reading one of the posters on the wall that shows the baby in different stages. "We should get one of these," he says as I slip off the skirt I'm wearing, "and put it in my office at home."
"Or we don't and just look it up online," I suggest, wrapping the blue sheet around me and it doesn't even fit. I walk over to the examine table and sit down. The sound of crinkling has Bennett looking over at me.
"Are you okay?" he asks me. I roll my eyes only because my heart is beating so fast in my chest that I'm afraid if I say something, anything, it'll come out with a tremor.
His phone beeps and I just glare at him. "Sorry, I thought I turned it off," he says, taking the phone out of his pocket but looking at it for a second.
"You don't have to be here." The words come out of my mouth and his head whips around to me. "I mean, if you’re busy, it's fine. I can get an Uber."