voice laced with honey.
Josh and I don’t talk, ever. We never have really. He’s always cold and harsh. First class prick if ya ask me. He scowls at me briefly then stomps up the stairs. I make my way to the kitchen and help myself to a glass of sweet tea. Taking a seat at the bar, I look around the pristine kitchen. Every appliance is in its place, the stainless steel refrigerator shines brightly, free of tiny fingerprints that one would usually expect to see. The pots and pans all hang neatly from the ceiling and the curtains over the sink are each pressed to perfection. Damn, and I thought I had cleaning issues.
I’ve drank about half of the sweet tea in my glass before Savanna h walks into the kitchen. Her a-line bob frames her apple cheeks. She looks worn and tired. I stand to hug her but she flinches when I wrap my arms around her shoulders. “Glad to see ya, Sis. But I told ya today wasn’t a good day.” She says pouring herself a glass of sweet tea, eyeing Josh who is standing in the door watching us.
“I’m sorry. I j ust really need to talk to you.” She looks up offering a small smile with a look of fear in her eyes; and that’s when I see it. “Savannah, what the hell? Why is your face bruised up?” I yell.
“What?” She asks in surprise, rubbing her hand up the side of her face, wincing in pain.
Josh releases a grumble and rolls his eyes before walking away. Savannah drops h er head, her hair curtaining over her face as she closes her eyes. She’s acting so out of character. She takes a big deep breath, before addressing my question. “Oh that…Braden was vomiting in his bed this morning, and I jumped up too quickly and fell into the dresser. Hurts like a son of a bitch, that’s for sure.” She giggles nervously. “Now, what’s so important?”
I glare at her nervously and decide spitting it out quickly will be easier. “Know a good OB/GYN?” I ask quietly. She spits her tea on the counter, and stares up at me in shock. Minutes pass before a word is spoken between us. Nervous tension fills the room, as Savannah is purely in shock, and I’m just torn over it all. “Well do ya? I’m under enough pressure as it is. I just need to get seen as quickly as possible.”
“You’re pregnant?” she whispers, tears filling her green eyes to the brim.
“Apparently.” I roll my eyes, huffing loudly.
She bounces around the bar and pulls me into a ti ght embrace, which sends my lungs pleading for air. Her tears are falling freely now as she sniffs her snot on the shoulder of my hoodie. Thanks for that, Sis. Really. “Carly, I’m so happy for you. Have you told Colton yet? I bet he is just ecstatic!”
“ He was there last night when I took the test. He is thrilled.” I tell her blandly.
“You’re not? Carly what’s wrong? You should be beaming with excitement. Hell, you’re not even glowing! Talk to me. What’s bothering you?”
“I screwed up, Savannah. I royally screwed up and I don’t know if I can fix it.”
“Okay, well, now you’ re scaring me. How did you screw up? You and Colton are gonna make absolutely terrific parents.”
“What if he ain’t the daddy? What then?”
Savannah stills, and just glares at me. I chew on the inside of my lip, until I can taste the blood oozing from the bite. “Wh-what do you mean? Who else is there, Carly?” She mumbles.
“It’s a really long story, Savannah. When I broke things off with Colton after his accident, I didn’t have any other way home. It was late, so I called Luke to pick me up. When he dropped me off I didn’t want to be alone so I asked him to stay. After we started drinking one thing lead to another. I regretted it as soon as I woke up next to him the following morning.”
“Carly, this is bad. Oh my gosh I can’t even begin to tell you how bad this is!”
“Shit, like I don’t know this already!” I yell, tears falling down my face. Savannah grips my hand in hers and shushes me.
“It’s oka y. I