Page 65 of The Betrayal

“Yeah, fine, just come over a little nauseous.”

“Do you need anything?”

“No thanks.”

There is so much more I want to say, but the words are struggling to fight through the thickness of my throat.

I turn around, heartbeat drumming in my chest, blood thumping in my ears when I finally allow myself to lift the tests up and read the results.

“Oh my god.”

I stared at the two tests in front of me.

One with two pink lines.

The other with the words ‘pregnant 2-3 weeks’.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This is fine. It’s all fine.

Is it?

Shit.

No, it’s not fine.

FUCK!

I slam my hands down on the work surface before wrapping my fingers back round the edge of the unit, my head tipped back as silent tears fall from my eyes.

Married.

Pregnant.

My life literally turned upside down in a day.

It’s going to be fine.

I silently reasoned with myself.

Slowly letting my head roll up, I look at my blotchy face and tear-stained cheeks and smile at myself in the mirror. It had to be fine.

Because it wasn’t just me anymore.

Dusting the tests into my purse, I then splash my face with water.

Standing up a little taller, I roll my shoulders back and walk out of the restroom and back to a pacing Keaton.

“Are you okay?” He rushes to my side, cupping my face in his hands as his eyes search my face for something, anything to give him an answer.

I nod, biting the inside of my bottom lip to stop the tears that are threatening to fall once more.

“Hey, hey, talk to me,” he ushers, his thumb collecting a tear that escaped.

“I’m pregnant, Keaton.” there is no point beating around the bush, no point stalling the inevitable. “It wasn’t stomach flu, or motion sickness. It was pregnancy. I’m having a baby.”