lawsuits.
In nine months, give or take, she was going to have a baby.
She’d be a mother. A life was forming inside her this
very second. Her well-managed life was about to become chaotic, topsy-turvy.
The reality struck hard and her hand instinctively came to
rest on her flat belly.
She wanted to move, yell, cry, anything.
Questions swam through her head.
How would sh e work or raise a
child as a single mother?
She blew out a breath.
Her parents, and her brothers; she’d have to tell them.
She’d failed them. The only
daughter, the baby sister, pregnant and unwed. Don’t forget single. Her Facebook
status was Single . Maybe now
she’d change it to It’s complicated.
A soft chuckle escaped her throat while visions of her
parents’ concerned eyes flashed before her. Her overly protective brothers
would want to beat up the bastard, of course. And then maybe marry her off. He r pare nts had
two golden rules— Don’t end up in jail and no babies out of wedlock. Her brothers
had toyed but never broke the jail rule. She was the ballsy one. She broke one
of the rules.
Lily continued to stare at the word for the rest of the
allotted time until the buzzing of her phone pulled
her attention away. Her eyes dragged to the printed screen.
Adam.
Back
on the island. See you in a few days. We’ll stay in
bed all weekend. I’ve missed that body of yours. Ciao.
In spite of the nervous butterflies in her stomach, she smiled. Adam had been in Italy for two
weeks for a race and visiting his parents. He didn’t have to return until next
week but cut his visit short after the two agreed to extend her visit to two
weeks.
Fuck! She was pregnant with Adam’s c hild. A man who had nothing
permanent in his life. A man whose ability to commit peaked at fuck buddy. A man with no home, no country.
Still, she’d have to tell him.
Tears welled up in her eyes. With her back pressed against
the cool wall, she gasped, buri ed her face in her
hands and wept. “I can’t do this,” she choked, rocking her body back and forth.
The hot, salty drops dripped down her chin to her arms.
Lily wasn’t sure how long she cried. She only knew by the
time she entered her bedroom, night had fal len. She
spotted the previous tests on the bed, each one with the plus sign. It crossed
her mind to gather them and throw them away but drenched with fatigue, she
shoved them aside and laid her tired body on the bed.
Just as she placed her phone on the nig htstand, the tune I’m Sexy and I Know It by LMFAO echoed in the room. There was
no need to look at the caller ID; she assigned that ringtone to only one man.
Nonetheless, her eyes came to rest on the small screen and
watched Adam’s name as the phone contin ued to ring
until MISSED CALL appeared. He wouldn’t leave a voice
mail; she already knew a text would follow. Adam was not known for his
patience; leaving a message to call back was usually out of the question unless
she was teaching.
Liliana,
I’ve missed you. Call me.
Even with words, the man had the power to generate a
physical reaction from her. Her already tender breasts swelled at the thought
of his lips against her. “Seriously, Lily, that’s how you got here in the first
place. Calm the fuck down.”
W hile she didn’t want to talk at
the moment, she knew better than to avoid his text. She didn’t want a repeat of five weeks ago when he appeared at her
doorstep. No, she couldn’t handle that tonight. Picking up the phone, she
scrolled to his name, the first name on her contact
list–something she blamed on the genius who decided to automatically
alphabetize how names were entered and saved.
Hi, I’m okay. A bit under the weather so going to bed early. See you soon .
What’s wrong?
Leave it to Adam to try to get to
the bottom of the problem right away. This one was a nine months problem.
Just a little tired and nauseous .
Oops, she slipped on the nauseous but her