“Becky, hon, I think you may be pregnant.”
My world spins at her words. No, there’s no damn way that I could be. But even as I start to protest, the images of what Easton and I did that amazing night flood my brain and I know that what Cassie is saying is true.
Crap.
“Take the test, Becky, we’ll go from there,” she says gently.
I nod, knowing that I have no other choice but to take the darn test. But my heart is pounding and my stomach is flipping. What’s going to happen if it’s positive? Will I have to leave college? Give up everything that I have worked so damn hard for?
“Hey,” Cassie whispers as she comes to stand beside me and wraps me into her arms. “No matter what, Becky, I’ve got your back. Whatever the outcome, I’ll be right here and we’ll get through it, just as we always have.”
Tears tumble down my cheeks and I give her a small smile. I’m in a daze as I pad through our apartment toward the bathroom. I’m shaking, I’m so damn stupid. I should have known that this would happen. I made so many mistakes that night—I should have found out about his job, I should never have let him go bareback—now look at me, I could be carrying the baby of a man that’s a professor at my college.
I’m so screwed.
I take the test, putting on the counter and setting a timer on my cell. I wash my hands and wait.
God. Never did I think three minutes could go so damn slow.
“You done?” Cassie asks as she enters the bathroom.
I glare at her while I continue to pace. “What if I wasn't?”
She shrugs, unabashed. “And? It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before. Besides, I wouldn’t be looking.”
My cell beeps indicating that it’s time. But I’m frozen in fear. I can’t look. If it’s positive my world is going to change.
“You look,” I ask her, needing someone to have some courage because I sure as hell don’t.
Cass takes a tentative step toward the counter, her gaze firmly on the test, but she’s not giving anything away. “Whelp,” she begins as she looks over at me. “It looks like I’m going to be an aunt.”
Her words slowly penetrate and I can’t stop the emotion that wells up inside of me. Anxiety, fear, happiness, and confusion. I’m unable to contain them and begin to sob, I slowly sink to the floor, wrapping my arms around my legs and holding on for dear life.
How the hell has this happened?
“Oh hon,” she whispers as she crouches down beside me and holds me close. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”
I don’t say anything because I don’t think it will be. How can it be?
“I’m going to call your mom,” she says and yet again I don’t answer. I know that it’s the right thing to do, if anyone can help me out of this overwhelming sense of anxiety it’s my mom, she’s always been the one to help us all out at our lowest moments.
I’m unsure how long I sit here and sob, but it feels like forever. I get to my feet and move to my bedroom where I collapse onto the bed and continue my sob fest there.
* * *
“Cassie,” I hear a familiar deep voice. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”
“Steve,” my mom’s voice scolds and my heart races, my parents are here. “Don’t be an ass.”
I open my eyes and I’m surprised to find my sister, Hazel sitting at my bedside. “You okay, Beck?” she asks softly.
I shake my head as once again my tears begin to fall. I can’t speak, there’s a lump in my throat. How do you tell your family that you messed up? They’re going to be so disappointed in me. I’m the typical college virgin story. Have sex once and end up pregnant. It’s just so stupid, I have no one to blame but myself.
“How far along are you?” she asks. My eyes widen at her words. “You left the test on the bathroom counter. I threw it in the trash before dad went in there.”
‘Seven weeks,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and sounds like I’ve been screaming for the past hour.
“It’s going to be okay,” she promises me and I love that both she and Cassie think that but I don’t believe it myself.