window. A distinct line appeared. One line. That meant not pregnant. Except the pink was still wicking through the window, spreading its impersonal message about huge, life-alerting events.
âWhy are you making me do this?â
âBecause you clearly werenât ever going to do it yourself. Itâs been four weeks since Phillipâs party,â Cass reminded her, as if she needed reminding. âIf you are pregnant, youâre a third of the way through the first trimester. Denial is not a good health-care plan for you or a baby.â
Baby. Oh, God. Alex had staunchly refused to even think that word. And then...a second line appeared in the window, pink and vivid and final.
âHand me the second test,â Alex demanded hoarsely. Sheâd wondered why theyâd included two. Obviously so people in her position could make absolutely sure.
Cass did so without comment and they waited in silence for the second confirmation.
âHow accurate are these things?â Alex whispered, as again, two pink lines materialized in the window.
âPretty accurate,â Cass confirmed. âSometimes it says youâre not pregnant when you really are because youâve taken the test too early. But if it says you are pregnant, thatâs like 100 percent. Iâm guessing it was positive. Both times.â
And now it was a reality, an undeniable, unfixable reality.
Alex was pregnant with Senator Phillip Edgewoodâs baby.
Flipping the latch to unlock the wide door, she stumbled from the bathroom stallâhow, she didnât know, when everything was numb. Except her mind, of course. That was on full speed in a Tilt-a-Whirl of thoughts, none of which were cohesive.
She was going to be a mom. A life was growing inside her through the miracle of procreation. It hardly seemed possible.
Cass took one look at Alexâs face and engulfed her in a hug, holding her tight as if the sheer pressure might keep Alex together. âItâll be okay.â
âHow?â Alex mumbled into Cassâs shoulder. âHow will it be okay?â
She was going to be a mom . The idea terrified her. Deep inside, she knew she could do it. She had her own mom to fall back on and look to for guidance. Alex was smartâpresent circumstances excluded. She had her own money and house. Maybe it would be okay.
Phillip. She had to go see him. For one brief, bright second she envisioned him opening the door, seeing her and breaking into a wide smile that sheâd feel all the way to her toes. Heâd confess heâd missed her, had been thinking about her and was glad sheâd come by. Sheâd smile back and something meaningful would pass between them. Sheâd admit sheâd thought about him, too. That she wished heâd called even though she knew why he hadnât.
And then sheâd tell him he was going to be a father. She had no idea how heâd react. Because she didnât really know him at all.
âItâs a mess.â Alex pulled from Cassâs embrace.
âItâs a wonderful, joyous event to be celebrated amongst friends,â Cass corrected brightly. âYouâre the first of us to get pregnant. Harper and Trinity will be thrilled.â
âAbout what?â Harper asked as the two women in question joined Alexâs nightmare right on cue. Fyraâs chief science officerâs red hair was down today, framing Harperâs lovely face, and sheâd got it cut, but Alex was too shell-shocked to comment on it.
Trinityâs keen gaze zigzagged between Cass and Alex as she crossed her arms over a chic suit in a vivid shade of blue that matched the stripe coloring the right side of her dark hair. âSomethingâs going on. Did something happen on the FDA approval front? What did Phillip say?â
His name was like a knife through Alexâs heart, especially since she hadnât thought about Formula-47âs FDA application one