“Let’s get you home,” she whispers to me. “That man is a fucking asshole, Becky, you’re better off without him.”
I don’t reply because the Easton that spoke to me today was completely different from the Easton that I was with on Friday night and Saturday morning.
“Okay, now spill,” Cass says to me once we’re home. “You kept a whole lot from me, Becky, I know you have. So you’d better start speaking.”
I stare at her blankly. I have no idea what she wants to know.
“Why does he think that you could be pregnant with his child?”
My cheeks flush at her words. I’m not sure if that’s something I can actually talk about.
“Becky, hon, please, talk to me. I’m trying real hard to understand why you’re so upset and I have a feeling that this is why.”
So I tell her everything. I go into every little detail about what happened between us including him not using a condom and me being okay with it. The thought of having his baby isn’t an awful one, in fact, it’s comforting that I could have something—someone that belongs to him.
“Oh, hon,” she whispers as she pulls me into her arms. “He really did mean something to you, didn’t he?”
I nod. “Yeah, but I guess, I didn’t mean anything to him,” I whisper past the lump in my throat.
“No matter what, you’ll be okay. Would you like me to get you the Plan B pill just in case?”
I shake my head, God, I can’t do that. “Not today,” I reply, knowing that tomorrow I could have a completely different mindset.
“Okay,” she whispers. “Whatever you want, Becky.” She rests her head against mine and we just sit in silence. Neither of us know what to say, so instead, we just be.
Chapter 5
BECKY
Six weeks later
Iroll over in bed and instantly regret it. Nausea rushes through me and I know that I’m not going to be able to hold it back. My feet hit the floor with a thud and I'm sprinting to the bathroom. This has been the same every morning for the past four days.
My knees hit the bathroom floor just as I throw up. Thankfully, it hits the target.
“Again?” Cassie questions as she drops to her knees beside me and places a damp washcloth onto the back of my neck.
“I must have picked up a bug,” I tell her once the sickness passes. No doubt I’m run down. Since everything went down with me and Easton, I’ve thrown myself into work and college. I’ve picked up more shifts at work and I’ve pushed harder than I ever thought I could at learning. Even though Easton and I were only a one-night thing, he’s left an imprint on my heart. One that I know will never fade. Making myself busy is the only way to combat missing him.
How can I miss someone that I only knew for less than twenty-four hours? But I do. I miss him so much that I ache. I feel so stupid for feeling this way, and I know that Cass doesn’t understand—maybe I’m crazy, I don’t know, but what I feel is real and I know it is—I just have to try and find a way to live without him.
“Let’s get you off that floor,” she says as she helps me to my feet. “Are you feeling okay? Are you able to shower?”
I love that she’s concerned. “I’m okay, just tired, and a shower sounds divine.”
A funny look comes on her face. “Okay, you shower, I just need to run to the store. I won’t be long.”
“Okay,” I say, a little confused, seeing as we went grocery shopping yesterday, if she needed something, she’d have gotten it then.
“Shower, hon, I will be back by the time you're finished.”
I watch confused as she leaves the bathroom, she’s acting weird and I don’t like it. Once I hear the front door closing I strip down out of my pajamas and climb into the shower.
Forty minutes later and I'm standing in the kitchen watching as Cassie shifts from side to side. “Okay, you’ve been acting weird all morning, spill.”
She nibbles on the corner of her lip as she hands me a small bag. “You’ve been exhausted, nauseous, and emotional these past few days and something about this morning clicked.”
I frown, what on earth is she talking about? What clicked?