“Um, well, when was the last time you had your period?” Molly asked gently.
Lila waved a hand through the air. “I dunno, they’ve never been all that regular, so I don’t pay much attention.”
“Maybe you should start,” Savannah advised her. “Especially if you’re having unprotected sex.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Lila, have you thought about the possibility you could be pregnant?” Molly asked gently.
Lila’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. She looked so shocked that Molly stared over at the other two women. “Is this not welcome news?”
Laken frowned. “I don’t know. I think she’s too shocked to even know.”
“I’m pregnant?” Lila’s hand moved to her tummy.
“Well, there’s no way of knowing until you take a test,” Molly pointed out.
“Want me to run out and grab one for you?” Savannah asked.
Lila’s eyes widened. “Hell, no. You can’t buy a test here. Before I even get a chance to take it, the whole town will believe you’re pregnant. I have to go to Freestown and get one.”
“We could go now,” Molly suggested.
Lila looked over at her. “No, today is about you. Not me. I’ll go tomorrow.”
Molly was twelve weeks post operation. She’d been through hell and back. The surgery had affected her more than she’d thought it would. Not just the physical side of it, but emotionally and mentally. There had been times when she’d gone to some dark places. But through it all, Jake had been there for her. And so had her friends. And Alison, her therapist had been a rock. A week ago, she’d had a checkup with the surgeon, and he was pleased with the progress she’d made. He’d given her the go-ahead to resume most activities provided she rested if she got tired and didn’t push herself too far.
She’d expected Jake to rush her home, rip off her clothes and fuck her. Hard and fast. She’d thought he’d want to jump back into play. She knew she did.
Instead, he’d made slow, sweet love to her. Which was nice, but it wasn’t what she wanted. What she needed.
“Molly? You okay?” Savannah asked.
She smiled brightly. “Of course I am.”
“Uh-uh, honey, you put any more syrup on that smile and your teeth will rot,” Laken said dryly.
“What does that mean?”
“We can all see something’s wrong. You’ve been drifting off into your head a lot lately,” Lila told her. “Is it the boobs?”
Laken checked her over. “Those are good boobs; the doc did a good job.”
Savannah sighed. “So perky.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “Guys, you don’t have to keep trying to convince me that my breasts look great. I’m fine. I don’t miss my old breasts or anything. They were just boobs.”
She’d thought she might feel weird about her fake breasts, but, in truth, it was a relief to have them gone.
“She’s doing it again,” Laken said.
Molly blushed. “Sorry.” Her friends had been complimenting her new breasts every chance they got, trying to keep her in a positive mood. She loved them for it, but they had to stop.
“Honestly, guys, I’m fine about my breasts. I really am.”
“So, if it’s not that, what is it?” Laken asked.
“Is it Jake? Are things okay?” Savannah gave her a worried look.