“Might be what?” Deedee asked. “Are you asking her?”
“If she could be pregnant.”
That loaded word hit Victoria but the sack of bricks, and it made her lurch over the toilet again. There was no way… “Oh, hell,” Victoria said. She had not used a condom when she’d been with Andrei. She been so consumed by him, so lost in the sensations he was giving her that she hadn’t cared.
“So it’s possible?” Roslyn asked. “You really could be pregnant?”
“Maybe,” she said. “It might be too early to tell.”
Deedee perked up. “You definitely need to go to the doctor. Immediately.”
“Yeah,” Rosalyn, said. “You should take the rest of the day off. You don’t look too hot, sweetie.”
“Maybe I should go home and lie down.”
“Don’t worry,” Rosalyn said. Victoira felt her friend’s hand rubbing her back, comforting her. “We’ll cover for you.”
“We got this,” Deedee said. “I’ll pick you up in the morning. My OB-GYN has walk-in hours then, and she’s one of the best in the area. She loves her patients.”
Victoria wasn’t strong enough to argue. “All right.”
“We’re calling you a cab,” Rosalyn said.
After she got home, she couldn’t rest. What if she was pregnant? Did that mean her career was over? How was she going to tell Andrei if she was?
She tried sleeping, but it was useless. Nervousness filled her at all the things that could go wrong if she was pregnant. She couldn’t find a comfortable position.
She needed to see Andrei. She needed to feel his arms around her to comfort her and make her feel that everything would be okay. She knew that she needed to see him right away.
Instead of calling, she went straight over there when she thought he’d be home, giving him enough time to travel home.
She knocked, and when he opened the door, she held on to him.
“Hey,” he said, chuckling. “This is a needed surprise. I was just thinking about you.”
“I thought about you too.” She took in the strong and exotic scent of his cologne and allowed it to wrap around her, until she couldn’t think of anything but him.
“I was just about to make dinner,” he said. “Care to join me?”
She thought about food, and her stomach growled. She didn’t have anything in her stomach since she’d gotten sick earlier.
He laughed at the sound. “I’ll take that as a yes. Get comfortable. I can start the stove up.”
She let him take her jacket and followed him into the kitchen. There was something so peaceful about watching him cook. It was so domestic and not like her at all, but yet he was sexy as hell as he moved, which showed nothing but strength in his masculine frame as he moved from the refrigerator to the stove and to the counter.
As he cooked, she thought about the job offer in Chicago. Her friends and boss were all right. It was one of the best opportunities she’d ever had, and it could be the only one she’d ever see.
Any other time in her career, before meeting Andrei, and she would have been ecstatic with the offer. Making DA at her age
was an accomplishment in itself, but as a black woman, it was even more rewarding. She’d be crazy not to accept it, because an opportunity of this caliber might never come around again.
Roslyn could have had a point earlier. She and Andrei could move to Chicago and start a new life together. It’d be refreshing to be away from the jobs that were now in question because of their relationship.
She immediately shook that fantasy out of her head. They hadn’t been together long enough to make a long-term decision like that. They hadn’t even been out more than a few times together, but already she was planning their future. She had to be totally insane.
Now, she could possibly be pregnant. It was all too much to handle.
“You look like you’re thinking too hard over there,” Andrei said. “How about some wine?”