“What?” Harper whispers back.
“What?” Zane says.
“WHAT?” I yell, stepping out from behind Zane.
They both spin around, and Ivy’s wide brown eyes collide with mine. “Kace,” she breathes out, shock clear on her face.
“You’re pregnant?” I ask, moving closer.
“This isn’t how I wanted you to find out,” she says, rushing out of her seat. She runs down the hallways, slamming the bathroom door.
I stare at the closed door, until Z touches my shoulder. I spin around and look between him and Harper. “She’s pregnant?”
“That’s what she said,” Harper says, giving a weak smile.
I swallow past the tightness in my throat and grab onto the back of the chair. “Who’s the father?”
“I don’t know. You heard as much as I did. I’m so sorry, Kace. I know you guys didn’t work out, but I know you have feelings for her.” I lift an eyebrow and she rolls her eyes. “Cut the shit. I know exactly what you felt toward her.” She stands up and squeezes my arm. “I’m gonna check on her. You guys should go. You don’t need all the details.”
She walks down the hall and I look at Z. “Shit brother, I had no idea. Come on, lets get back to Souls and get drunk.”
“What if it’s mine?” I whisper, looking down at the floor.
“What?” Zane yells. I glance up at him and he shakes his head. “You had sex with her?”
“Yeah, at your wedding,” I say, blowing out a breath. I scrub my face and start to pace. “We used a condom though, so what the fuck?”
“You had sex at my wedding?”
I stop pacing and look at him. He has a smirk on his face that is getting bigger as I look at him. “Z, fuck you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because we aren’t teenage girls,” I say, squeezing the back of my neck as I pace again.
Is she here because it’s mine or because she just needs her friend? I don’t know which one I’d rather, but I know right now I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin. I’m not leaving until I fucking know.
“No shit, but damn,” he says, going into the kitchen. He comes back with a beer for both of us and I take it, downing half of it. “So, it could be your kid?”
I shake my head, wishing I had my lip ring in to chew on. “Fuck Zane, I have no idea. I mean I guess, but we used a condom.” I look up at him and run my hand through my hair. “I’m always fucking careful.”
“I know that,” he says, sitting down. “Are you pissed cause it might not be yours?”
My eyes snap to his and as much as the question infuriates me, I honestly don’t know if it’s because she could be pregnant with my kid or someone else’s. “I honestly don’t know. I should go check on her,” I say, finishing off my beer.
“Maybe give them a little longer,” Z, suggests.
I give a hollow laugh and cross my arms. “She came back here, she’s not gonna hide.”
I don’t let him say anything else, I walk away and down the hall. I’m not ready for bullshit drama of who’s the baby daddy. I know damn well she wasn’t with anyone for a while before me because she was tight, but I have no idea who she’s been with since. I reach the bathroom door and close my eyes. Just talk to her, find out the truth.
I knock on the door and Harper opens it. “Hey,” she says, squeezing past me.
The door swings open wider and I see Ivy sitting on the toilet sipping water. Her head slowly lifts as she blows out a breath. Now that I’m looking at her, I notice how much she’s changed. Her hair is lighter, she looks to have a little tan, and crazy as it is her body looks more fit. California has been good to her. As I take her in, my pulse races.
I clear my throat and step into the bathroom. “Are you alright?” I ask.
“I’m sick all the time, so no I’m not alright. I feel like death and I’m an emotional mess,” she says as tears run down her face.