Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“You going to tell me why you didn't tell your best friend that you're knocked up?” I smile, looking down at my round bump. My hand begins to rub the small bump that popped out quicker than I thought it would. All the pregnancy books said it would take a while to start showing with your first pregnancy. I guess that I’m the exception to every freaking rule in this case. “Just tell me it’s not Chris’s.” She puts her hand next to mine to feel my stomach.
“Give me some credit.” I let out a small laugh, knowing she was joking. I’d never sleep with that asshole. I’d rather be celibate for the rest of my life than let him touch me.
“Thank God.” She rubs her hand back and forth over my bump. “It was him?” I nod. I’d told Danielle about Oliver a week after our night together. It all came spilling out of me one night. I’d been going crazy. I was mad at myself for not trying to see if I could have had more with the man that I’d willingly left alone in bed. I should have stayed. I should have done a lot of things differently, but I didn’t.
“You didn't mention the fact that you didn't use protection.” My face warms at her comment. I hadn't thought about protection until after. When I went back to my room to catch my flight and I took a shower, sadly washing away the smell of him. Washing away the remnants of him that he’d left on my body. It wasn't the only thing he’d left. My inner thighs and breasts had been littered with hickies that lingered for weeks. Thank God my makeup artist is one of the best. She was able to cover them for my next shoot. I’d given her an extra big bonus for that one. “Or did the condom break?”
“We didn't use anything,” I admit. She shakes her head at me, smirking.
“Only you’d end up pregnant the first time you had sex.” Isn't that the truth. I never do things the way you’re supposed to. Danielle always said I have all the luck. Whether it be bad or good. If there was a one in a million shot at something I am always the one.
“It could have been the fifth or sixth time.” My face turns redder. I can’t believe I said that but it is true. We went at it at least a half dozen times. Danielle informed me that wasn't normal for most men. Again. One in a million.
“I’m happy for you.” Her hand drops from my belly to grab mine. “I’m going to be a kickass aunt,” she throws in there as though I didn’t already know that.
“How can you be happy for me? I don’t know how to find the father.”
“We’ll find him.” She gives my hand another squeeze. “Maybe we would have found him already if you’d let me dig like I wanted to.”
“Yeah, you wanted me to show up back then like a crazy stalker.” She gives my hand another squeeze, leading me over toward the sofa. I plop down onto it, both my hands going to the small bump I’ve managed to keep hidden. Until last night. I didn't see the paparazzi. I thought I’d made it out of my place unnoticed. I’d been wrong. I had no idea it would be so noticeable that I’d dropped off the map for a while. It’s not as though I’m a movie star or something. I did photoshoots and runway work. Again, I was wrong. The tabloids were hungry to find out why I had been nowhere to be found and why I hadn't walked in a fashion week for a few months.
“Now you have a reason to look him up and not seem like a stalker,” she offers with a giant smile. Part of not wanting to look him up is the fear of rejection. What if I showed up and he told me that it was only a one-night stand. At this point I can pretend in my head that he is as heartbroken as I’ve been about the whole thing.
“Silver lining.” I let out a half-hearted laugh. I’m sure the man I had a one-night stand with will be thrilled to find out I am having his baby.
“When did you find out?” Danielle’s hand goes back to my stomach.
“A few months ago.” I let out a long sigh. I was late to the game. I had no idea I was pregnant. Not even giving it a second thought. It wasn't until my agent looked at me one afternoon and asked if I’d gained weight that I started to put things together. Of course my agent noticed I’d put on a few pounds. I knew I was a little more hungry than usual but pregnancy had never entered my mind as the reason for it.