Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I'm still not sure what I'm doing here. Have I moved in? It would be nice to be asked. Is it permanent?
I stare at the view of Philadelphia from the bed while I think.
Luke's been weird all week. It's sweet, actually. I think he's worried about me, but I'm fine. I don't have any lasting effects from the concussion and my ankle is okay.
He hasn't touched me all week, sexually. Maybe I should initiate? Let him know I'm fine? I've never had to initiate before though, not really. I mean hell, usually smiling can be
perceived as an invitation with Luke.
"You're awake," Luke says from the bedroom doorway.
I didn't hear him come in. He's got a towel thrown over his shoulder, his hair tousled from his workout.
"Come back to bed." I pat the bed with my hand.
He walks to the bed and, bracing his weight on his hands, leans in and kisses me. "I'm sweaty. Take a shower with me and we'll go out for breakfast."
Dammit, does he not want to have sex with me? Breakfast sounds like a great idea though. "I want waffles."
"I know you do," he says, pulling the covers off of me.
"And an omelet."
He extends a hand to pull me from the bed.
"Bacon too," I add. "I want all the food, actually."
"We'll order four breakfasts and pretend people are joining us."
"Are you teasing me?" I'm detecting a smirk on his face.
"Never. We'll go to the buffet at Lacroix. They have all the food, I promise."
A buffet? Hell, yes. I bounce out of bed and dash past Luke for the shower.
Luke is ready before me, as he insists I cannot leave the house with wet hair. I'm dressed and sitting on top of the bathroom vanity, hair dryer in hand while Luke stands in the bathroom
door fastening his watch to his wrist.
"Almost dry," I tell him. "Can you bring me my purse, please?"
He nods and retrieves it from the floor of my closet and sets it on the counter. I click off the dryer, satisfied the moisture level of my hair will pass inspection, and dig through my
purse. I brush some bronzer across my face and apply mascara before coating my lips in pumpkin spice lip balm. Then I pop out today's birth control pill from the packet and pop it into
my mouth while filling a glass of water.
"What are you doing, Sophie?" Luke is suddenly beside me, digging into my purse.
"Relax, I'm ready." I didn't take that long. He has no appreciation for how fast I am.
"With these, Sophie," he says, holding up my birth control pills. "What are you doing with these?" He looks pissed.
I stare at the pack in his hand. I haven't missed any, I take them every morning. "I always take them in the morning, Luke, same time every day." I shrug. "Well, within an hour or two."
He stares at me for a second before tossing the pills onto the counter. The pack whips across the surface before hitting the wall and ricocheting into the sink. He turns around and walks
to the bathroom door, gripping the door frame for a second before turning back to face me.
"Sophie, you're pregnant."
Chapter 32
There's dead silence then. I feel a moment of absolute nothing before my mind starts racing at warp speed. We stare at each other, Luke watching my reaction, my face giving away a myriad
of feelings all at once.
"What?"
He doesn't respond, just keeps watching me.
"I'm not." I shake my head. "I take my pills every day. Every single day. I haven't been on any antibiotics." I shake my head again. "No, no, I'm not, Luke."
He looks sad as he leans against the bathroom doorway. "We did a blood test before taking a CT scan of your head while you were in the hospital. And we confirmed it with an ultrasound."
"You've known this for a week?" I'm feeling semi-hysterical right now and I'm sure I sound it.
"I thought you must know," he says slowly, "and I wanted to give you the chance to tell me yourself."
I grab my purse and push past him in the doorway on my way to my closet. I grab a bag and start tossing things into it randomly.
"What are you doing, Sophie?" Luke is blocking the door to the closet, watching me.
"I'm leaving," I tell him. I'm trying so hard not to cry, tears are threatening to fall and I blink my eyes trying to stop them. "I'm going home, where I'm not pregnant." God, that
doesn't even make sense. I sling the bag over my shoulder and turn to face him in the doorway, but I can't meet his eyes. I have to get out of here before I lose it. "Please move, Luke,"
I say, staring at his chest.
There's a pause and then he steps back and I bolt past him.