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in his voice. Bitterness maybe, but she didn't want to consider what he might mean by that. She couldn't let herself think too much about his emotions just now.
She ignored his comment. "You don't have to worry about last night."
"You're certain?"
"Let's just say that if I got pregnant from last night, it would be a medical miracle."
Thank God he didn't press her for a more precise answer. Still, she didn't breathe deeply until he'd left and she'd thrown the dead bolt behind him.
Maybe doing something stupid like this was inevitable.
She stood in her kitchen for a long time, sipping her coffee, making excuses for her behavior. What she wanted most was to simply crawl back into bed with her sketch pad and MP3 player. To spend the whole day pretending the rest of the world didn't exist. Of course, she didn't have that luxury.
Come Monday, Ford would start pressuring her to cement the deal with FMJ. Whatever else happened, she couldn't afford to sleep with him again. There was too much at stake, for Biedermann's and for her. After all, she was going to be...
Kitty broke off her train of thought to stare down at her nearly empty coffee mug. Could pregnant womeneven drink coffee? Shaking her head, she dumped the last splash of coffee in the sink and washed out the mug. She'd have Casey look that up on Monday.
She paused in the act of drying the mug. Yeah, that'd be subtle. No one would ever guess she was pregnant, between puking every few minutes and having her assistant research the effects of caffeine on pregnancy.
At some point, she'd have to tell Ford about the pregnancy, but she wasn't ready for that just yet. She needed more time to process it. To figure how she felt about the tiny life growing inside of her and what it meant for her life.
She had no idea how Ford might respond to the news he was about to be a father. But she knew that whatever his reaction was going to be, she'd need to have her own emotional defenses in place before she dealt with him.
How long could she justify not telling him? A couple of days maybe. But she had to tell him and she had to do it soon.
The very thought made bile rise in her throat. She dashed for the bathroom, only to have her nausea fade, leaving her feeling queasy. The minty zing of her toothpaste helped. When she put away the toothpaste, she saw the two pregnancy tests she'd taken the previous evening.
She'd stopped to pick them up at a drugstore on the way home from the fundraiser. Her heart had pounded the whole time, sure she'd see someone she recognized. Or that at the very least someone wouldcomment on the absurdity of a woman in formal wear buying pregnancy tests late at night. She hadn't cared. She'd needed to know.
She had still been reeling from the shock when Ford had shown up on her doorstep. He'd caught her at her most vulnerable. Again.
But it wouldn't happen a third time. From now on, she'd be prepared to deal with him. But first, she had to deal with other issues. She pressed a hand to her belly.
Logically, she should still be freaking out about being pregnant. But for some strange reason, she wasn't. Maybe some weird pregnancy hormone had been working its magic on her subconscious for the past two months. Whatever the reason, she felt strangely at peace.
Why did being pregnant have to be such a bad thing? All her life she'd dreamed of being part of a bigger family. She'd longed for sisters and brothers. How many times had she made her grandmother read Little Women to her? Dozens.
The only thing she'd wanted more than siblings was a real mother. Her grandmother had done her best. She'd loved her and cared for her, sure. But she hadn't done the things other mothers had done--or rather the things Kitty had imagined other mothers did. She'd never climbed onto the jungle gym at the park. She'd never built forts out of old sheets draped over the furniture. She'd never crawled into Kitty's bed to cuddle her and chase away the monsters.
Those were things
She ignored his comment. "You don't have to worry about last night."
"You're certain?"
"Let's just say that if I got pregnant from last night, it would be a medical miracle."
Thank God he didn't press her for a more precise answer. Still, she didn't breathe deeply until he'd left and she'd thrown the dead bolt behind him.
Maybe doing something stupid like this was inevitable.
She stood in her kitchen for a long time, sipping her coffee, making excuses for her behavior. What she wanted most was to simply crawl back into bed with her sketch pad and MP3 player. To spend the whole day pretending the rest of the world didn't exist. Of course, she didn't have that luxury.
Come Monday, Ford would start pressuring her to cement the deal with FMJ. Whatever else happened, she couldn't afford to sleep with him again. There was too much at stake, for Biedermann's and for her. After all, she was going to be...
Kitty broke off her train of thought to stare down at her nearly empty coffee mug. Could pregnant womeneven drink coffee? Shaking her head, she dumped the last splash of coffee in the sink and washed out the mug. She'd have Casey look that up on Monday.
She paused in the act of drying the mug. Yeah, that'd be subtle. No one would ever guess she was pregnant, between puking every few minutes and having her assistant research the effects of caffeine on pregnancy.
At some point, she'd have to tell Ford about the pregnancy, but she wasn't ready for that just yet. She needed more time to process it. To figure how she felt about the tiny life growing inside of her and what it meant for her life.
She had no idea how Ford might respond to the news he was about to be a father. But she knew that whatever his reaction was going to be, she'd need to have her own emotional defenses in place before she dealt with him.
How long could she justify not telling him? A couple of days maybe. But she had to tell him and she had to do it soon.
The very thought made bile rise in her throat. She dashed for the bathroom, only to have her nausea fade, leaving her feeling queasy. The minty zing of her toothpaste helped. When she put away the toothpaste, she saw the two pregnancy tests she'd taken the previous evening.
She'd stopped to pick them up at a drugstore on the way home from the fundraiser. Her heart had pounded the whole time, sure she'd see someone she recognized. Or that at the very least someone wouldcomment on the absurdity of a woman in formal wear buying pregnancy tests late at night. She hadn't cared. She'd needed to know.
She had still been reeling from the shock when Ford had shown up on her doorstep. He'd caught her at her most vulnerable. Again.
But it wouldn't happen a third time. From now on, she'd be prepared to deal with him. But first, she had to deal with other issues. She pressed a hand to her belly.
Logically, she should still be freaking out about being pregnant. But for some strange reason, she wasn't. Maybe some weird pregnancy hormone had been working its magic on her subconscious for the past two months. Whatever the reason, she felt strangely at peace.
Why did being pregnant have to be such a bad thing? All her life she'd dreamed of being part of a bigger family. She'd longed for sisters and brothers. How many times had she made her grandmother read Little Women to her? Dozens.
The only thing she'd wanted more than siblings was a real mother. Her grandmother had done her best. She'd loved her and cared for her, sure. But she hadn't done the things other mothers had done--or rather the things Kitty had imagined other mothers did. She'd never climbed onto the jungle gym at the park. She'd never built forts out of old sheets draped over the furniture. She'd never crawled into Kitty's bed to cuddle her and chase away the monsters.
Those were things
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