Page 61 of The Betrayal

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Page 61 of The Betrayal

“You okay?” Sage asks softly and I look over my shoulder at her.

“Yeah, this hangover is kicking my ass. Feeling clammy and sicky…” I pause for a moment as another roll of nausea consumes me and I can’t help but turn my nose up at the smell of the cooked food.

“Hangover?” a brow lifts and I nod.

“Was so sick this morning. Could still be the back end of that stomach flu I had flying over. I thought it was motion sickness, it did sort of calm down, but I think the alcohol has made it worse,” and I hate it, but I whine. I am the worst when I am unwell.

Sage reaches for my glasses and pushes them on the top of my head. Squinting at the bright lights I cast my eyes down.

“Why would they make it so bright when ninety percent of their guests are hungover?” I groan, reaching for my glasses but Sage stops me.

“I don’t think it’s stomach flu,” she finally says.

“Sure it is,” I half laugh, eyes widening when they bring fresh bacon out and I gag. “Don’t be silly,” I laugh her off and step away from the buffet table to take my seat next to Keaton, but I don’t miss a chance to look over my shoulder at her as she loads her plate up. Dex is beside her now, arm wrapped round her waist as he places a soft kiss on the side of her head.

“You okay?” Keaton asks me quietly as he stands from the table and I just nod, suddenly unable to speak. “Want some food?” I shake my head from side to side. My appetite is gone. “Okay,” he says and hovers for a moment and I half expect him to place a kiss on the top of my head, but he doesn’t and I can’t help but wonder if it’s because of Killian and Reese.

“You okay?” Reese asks, leaning across the table and taking my hand in hers.

“I will be once this hangover leaves.”

“This feels like déjà vu,” she smirks as she looks at a grumpy Killian.

“I bet… how did you decide about an annulment?” I ask, pulling my hand from Reese and filling my glass up once more.

“That’s a story for another day, but I can point you in the right direction when you’re ready.” She smiles softly before standing from the table, tapping Killian on the shoulder and pulling him up with her and suddenly, I am alone.

My thoughts are loud, and Sage’s voice is the only thing on repeat.

I’m not alone long when she sits in front of me, giving me a small smile and I cover my mouth with my hand as the smell of her food fills my nose.

“How far gone would you be if you were pregnant? Hypothetically speaking, of course.” Sage’s question catches me off guard and I focus on her, staring and in a state of shock.

“Sorry?” is all I manage after a minute.

“How many weeks late are you?”

I blink again, mouth opening and shutting like a damn goldfish.

“I’m not,” I furrow my brow, shaking my head from side to side as I reach for my glass. I roll my lips, casting my eyes down for just a moment before rolling my shoulders back. A knowing smile sits on her face as she drinks from her own water glass.

“Are you?” I stare at her, waiting and hanging on for the words to slip past her lips.

She nods, and I see the happiness that is painted over her face. “Ah, Sage, that’s amazing…” I pause for a moment when realization smacks me in the face, “wait, is that why you think I’m pregnant?”

She laughs.

“I don’t think, I know. The way you’re feeling and acting was how I was in the early stages of my pregnancy. So, how many weeks are you?”

I sit, dumbfounded and wait for the shoe to drop.

Pregnant?

If I was, I would be about three, four weeks if that… which means it could be either Keaton’s or my web cam friend… shit.

“I swear I’ve had my period this mo…” and as soon as that sentence leaves me, I realize that I in fact, have not had my period. “Fuck,” I put my head in my hands.

“It’ll be okay,” Sage’s hand cups over mine, rubbing her thumb in slow circles across the back of it as I breathe through the crushing anxiety that has presented itself in my chest.




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