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“How are you getting home?” I ask, since he drove my car, and doesn’t have his Harley here,
He chuckles. “Worried about me, babe?”
I smile for the first time tonight. “Of course. You mean a lot to me.”
His face becomes suddenly serious as he clears his throat. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” He strides towards the front door, the space we’re standing in suddenly becoming too small with his size overpowering it. Throwing over his shoulder, he adds. “Lock up after I leave.” And with that, he closes the door behind him.
I do as he says, locking the deadbolt, and arm the security system. Only then do I hear his boots shuffling away.
Hating the silence that follows, because the silence makes me think of things I don’t want to think about. The way Ky’s fingers brought me to orgasm. Or the beautiful woman that arrived with a child, or the blank expression on Ky’s face when he looked at me.
Mentally and physically exhausted, I make sure I lock the door and arm the security system. I wouldn’t take any chances with my and my daughter’s safety. Moving through the house like a robot, I find myself in my bedroom, stripping off the dressand leaving it on the floor, and don’t even bother to remove my makeup, as I slide under the covers, finally giving into my emotions.
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For the next couple of weeks, I throw myself into my work, trying, but failing, to forget Ky ever existed. I avoid Zoe and the other ol' ladies—it was just too painful to be around them. The only one I allowed close was Ink, because I knew he would never judge me the way I was sure the others would. And I needed his stable company to keep me sane. Ignoring all communication from Ky, blocking his number from my phone. I would never allow myself to be made a fool of again.
It was bad enough having to see him whenever I was at the clinic, but seeing the woman hanging off him constantly was something I wouldn’t put myself through. But it was my body I couldn’t ignore, especially when I was late with my period. The thought of being pregnant didn’t fill me with dread like I thought it would, but having to tell Ky he was going to be a dad, again, was the one thing I wasn’t looking forward to. It also could be just exhaustion. I’d hardly stopped moving since that night at the clubhouse, and I was feeling run down.
I decide not to go into work today, since I was feeling like death warmed over calling Suzie, the woman who usually works the weekend shift at the clinic. She thankfully agreed to go in today to cover for me, and after I thanked her profusely, I rang off.
Willow and I were going to spend quality time together today. But there was something I needed to do first before anything else, I just hoped I’d make it there without losing the contents of my stomach. Or whatever was left over from last night.
I dressed in an oversize blue sweater, and a pair of black leggings, hopefully I won’t run into anyone I know? Piling my hair up into a messy bun, I help Willow dress and bundle herinto the car, thankful I didn’t hurl. and drove straight to the pharmacy with one goal in mind.
To pick up a pregnancy test.
And if it was positive, I’d need to see a doctor to confirm it. And if I wasn’t, I’d just put down to exhaustion, just like I thought it was.
I thought I was free and clear, standing at the cash register, one hand holding Willow’s, while in the other, a couple of different brands of pregnancy tests when the only other person I didn’t want to see, besides Ky, walks into the pharmacy. Lexie.
Maybe if I pretend I don’t see her, she’ll leave me alone. I don’t think I could handle another round of her animosity toward me
I wonder if she was like that to the new woman in Ky’s life? Shaking my head, I determinedly push all thoughts of Ky and the new woman in his life to the back of my mind. I hope Lexie doesn’t see me standing in line to be served. But just when I thought I’d been successful, Willow calls out to her, and the other woman pivots her blonde, pink, and black head to look in our direction.
I swallow a groan as she sees me standing there, and strides toward us. Great, now I was stuck. Maybe if I just drop the tests and run out, she won’t follow?
“Hey, Sera, I thought it was you.” Her voice calls out, a tentative smile on her beautiful face. I don’t know her story well, but I honestly don’t care what it is that made her a first-class bitch. She’d gone out of her way to make me feel like shit, so no, she and I didn’t need to be friends.
Reluctantly turning towards her, clutching the boxes of tests against me, even though I know she’s probably seen them already. Judging by the way her eyes widen.
“Sera, are you pregnant??” she whisper hisses.
I try to mask my worry with a look of nonchalance, taking a deep breath.. “Whether I am or not is hardly any of yourconcern.” I reply dryly, needing to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Lexie’s eyes narrow. “Does Ky know?”
Guilt gnaws at my insides. But self-preservation kicks in.
“What makes you think it’s his? I have been seeing Ink for some time now.” I internally wince at my lie, dropping Ink into the middle of my drama without talking to him first. I hope he can forgive me. Losing him as a friend would kill me. Straightening my spine and jutting out my chin, I add, “Again, whether he knows or not is none of your concern. Excuse me.”
Quickly paying the cashier, I force myself not to run out of the store as though the hounds of hell were chasing me. I buckle Willow into her car seat in the back, wiping away the tears that have blurred my vision before sliding into the driver’s seat of my car. I notice Lexie standing at the entrance of the pharmacy, looking back at me as though I were an alien with two heads. For the last few weeks, I had kept myself together, but seeing Lexie, reminds me of Ky and the club, I couldn’t stop the tears from trailing down my cheeks.
“Mommy, why are you crying?” My little girl asks, and I furiously brush the tears away with the back of my hand.
“No reason, sweet pea. Just tired I guess.” I give her an excuse, which thankfully, being almost four years old, she accepts readily.
By the time we got home, after buying Willow and ice cream, which she promptly ate in the car, and got it mostly all over herself, my tears had dried, and I had pulled myself together. I would need to clean her up, probably give her a bath, she was that dirty from the melting ice cream; I happily listened to her tell me about the boy she met at the daycare center being the same boy as was at the clubhouse that night. Her voice animated and filled with excitement.