Page 85 of Beautiful Crazy
Me: Oh no! Hopefully you have a bleach pen with you, and/or a change of clothes.
“What’s got you smiling like that?” Georgia asks as she slides a steaming cup of coffee in front of me, the aroma wafting around me, doing wonders at waking me up already.
“Thank you.” I take a drink, groaning at the flavor, not even caring that I’m scalding the shit out of my tongue in the process. “Everett texted me. Apparently, he ended up wearing his breakfast this morning.”
It’s been just about two weeks since Everett and I decided to make things between us a little more official. To be honest, not much has changed since we saw each other pretty frequently before then, but it feels nice to put a name to what I’m feeling other than “no strings” and to have Sutton know.
“So, what’s got you over at my place before I’ve even had my morning cup of coffee?”
My older sister watches me with curious eyes as she ties her long, thick hair up into a bun atop her head. My stomach twists all over again, but this time for a very different reason, the reason I came over herein the first place. But now that I’m here, I’m on the verge of chickening out. Deciding to suck it up and get it over with, I blow out a breath and grab the bag off the stool beside me, dropping the contents onto the bar.
Georgia’s eyes widen as they dart between me and what’s on the counter between us. Then she huffs out a laugh. “Can’t say I didn’t see that coming,” she quips.
“Wow, thanks,” I mutter.
“How late are you?”
“A week.”
“Damn.” She blows out a breath. “That’s unheard of for you.”
“I know.” Gesturing toward the counter, I say, “Hence the test.”
Between me and my sisters, I’ve always been theconsistentone when it comes to cycles. With Grace’s self-induced stress from all the work she puts on herself and Georgia’s polycystic ovary syndrome, the two of them rarely ever know when Aunt Flo is coming, whereas me, every twenty-eight days on the dot, there she is.
Until now.
“Go take it.” Georgia tips her chin toward the bathroom. “No sense in waiting.”
Looking at the box in front of me, I chew on the inside of my cheek as I grab it and walk toward the hall bathroom. I’m almost certain I know what it’s going to tell me because I’m very in tune with my body, but I’m not quite sure how I feel about that yet.
After I pee on the stick, I set it on a pillow of toilet paper on top of the box on the counter, wash my hands, then open the door for Georgia to come in. Standing withher arm rested against the doorway, she watches me from where I sit on the edge of the tub.
“Does Everett know?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I didn’t even realize I was late until last night when I was falling asleep, which is a terrible time for information like that to pop into my head because I then proceeded to toss and turn for the rest of the night.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t realize it sooner.”
“I know. I’ve been so preoccupied with the deadline I’m approaching with my book. I made a last-minute decision to run to the drugstore after dropping Sutton off at school this morning, and then I came straight here.”
The timer on my phone goes off after three minutes, and my heart skips a beat. I don’t move, staying rooted on the edge of my sister’s tub because I honestly don’t know what I’m wanting that test to read when I look at it. It was always a dream of mine to have two kids, maybe three, but after Dylan died, I kind of assumed I was done. Sutton was so little at the time, and I was nowhere near a place to think about that, and then I got older, and so did Sutton.
“You look,” I tell Georgia like a coward, my pulse racing.
She breathes out a laugh. “Seriously?”
“Yes, please. I can’t do it.”
Stepping farther into the bathroom, she looks down at the test on the counter, examining it for a moment before her eyes find mine. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, probably to edge me like the sadistic little brat she is, and I can’t read her face.
“Well?”
Her face scrunches up, and then a smile forms. “It’s positive.”
Those two words hit me like a freight train. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, take a look for yourself.”