Page 29 of A Little Secret
As long as you’re happy, I guess.
Am I happy?
With a deep breath, I reach for my phone and dial Drew’s number. It rings and goes to voicemail.
As long as you’re happy, I guess.
The words haunt me as I tap the edge of my cell against my chin. My gaze trails to my dresser and what I know is hidden inside. It’s Schrodinger’s Cat. Two potential futures. And I have no idea which one’s mine.
Would I be mad? Happy? How would I tell people? I see cute pregnancy announcements all the time on social media. The idea of posting something—anything—kind of makes me want to puke. The thought alone makes my stomach churn, and the feeling messes with my head. Is it morning sickness? Do you have morning sickness outside of the early morning? I don’t even know.
My head feels fuzzy, but I march toward my dresser and open the top drawer, blindly searching for the plastic pregnancy test before I can talk myself out of it. When I find it, I force myself to read the stupid thing even if it kills me.
And there it is. Two lines.
I’m…
The pregnancy test slips from my shaking fingers as the world goes black.
CHAPTER NINE
GRIFFIN
As I pull on a fresh T-shirt from my closet, I try to erase the image of Finley’s naked body pressed against me. Her warmth. The way her long black hair hung in ropes down her back. The way her lips parted as she begged for my help. And then, the sight of her in nothing but my T-shirt? Fuck. Kill me now. My cock stirs at the reminder, and I squeeze it angrily through my jeans. That was…a mistake. And the last thing I needed if I want to keep my head on straight. I need to calm the hell down, but being alone in a house with her isn’t exactly a walk in the park. I swear, the woman drives me insane.
A loud thud echoes from the ceiling. My head snaps up toward the second floor, and my body surges with adrenaline. “Fin?”
Silence.
Striding down the hall, I call out, “Fin?”
The same eerie silence greets me. I grab the railing and pull myself up the stairs as fear licks up my spine. “Fin!” I yell.
My heavy footsteps thud against the floor as I dashtoward the room at the end of the hall. When I round the corner, my throat clogs and my fingertips turn white against the doorjamb, gripping the surface until my hands ache while my mind short-circuits at the sight.
Finley. On the ground.
Fuck, Finley’s on the ground. She’s?—
Move!
I race closer, falling to my knees. Finley’s convulsing. Her body wracking with uncontrollable and violent shakes. Being friends with Finley means receiving a lecture about what to do if she seizes. I search my memory for Uncle Mack’s instructions, but my mind is a fucking mess.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I rub my hand over my head, feeling so fucking helpless, I could vomit as I watch her helplessly.
Focus, asshole!
Make sure there isn’t anything she can bump into. That’s the first rule. I look around the room, but she isn’t close to any chairs or anything. The dresser is far enough from her, too. Satisfied, I pull my phone out and start timing the seizure. My hand shakes as I push the start button. I set it on the ground and run my hands through my hair again, watching her body flop and jolt on the carpet. Her muscles tighten and spasm, pulling her in awkward directions.
Was it the frog? Is that what triggered her? Maybe it was me. I never should’ve been an ass like I was to her. So what if she wants Drew instead of a friendship with me? As long as she’s safe and healthy, and?—
I check the time on the phone again. It’s been four minutes. I try to calm my breathing while dialing Finley’s dad’s number.
“Hello?” he answers.
“We’re at four minutes,” I rush out. “Fin’s having a seizure.”