some of her super powers?”
“Rowland,” I snapped.
“I don’t know, ten.”
“ Ten? ”
Garrick had ten ex-girlfriends here.
Garrick had ten ex-girlfriends before he’d even gone to college ?
And that was just the ones who’d showed up here. No telling how many more there were.
Hey, Universe? Think you could take a break on the whole raining-down-shit-on-Bliss thing? I’d appreciate it.
I stood to go back to the bathroom when Garrick stepped into the room. “There you are. I was a little worried my mother had killed you and was hiding the body.”
I didn’t laugh.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I started to nod when Graham answered, “She’s feeling sick. And she might have just met Kayleigh. And Rowland has a big mouth.”
“Jesus.”
He reached a tentative hand out to touch my shoulder.
“On a scale of one to ten, how angry are you?”
I pressed a hand to my temple, where a dull throb was beginning to form, and said, “Tired.”
Rowland said, “Oh, well that’s good.”
I heard a thwack that I guessed was Graham smacking him upside the head.
Garrick laced our fingers together, and kissed the back of my hand. “Come on. We can go ahead and go to bed for the night. It’s a bit early, but we can blame the jet lag. No one will miss us.”
Only the ten ex-girlfriends here to get him back. Yeah, I was totally good with going to bed early.
I said good-bye to Rowland and Graham, and wished Rowland luck at landing one of the exes. Then I let Garrick lead me out of the sitting room, and toward the staircase that wound up from the dining room.
His mother intercepted us just before we got to the stairs. “Where are you two going?”
“Bliss isn’t feeling well. And we’re both still adjusting to the schedule. We’re going to retire early. I think we’ve seen the majority of the people you care about us seeing.”
I didn’t look her in the eye, scared she would be able to read my mind with her freaky Slytherin stare.
“Oh, that’s too bad. I have the guest room all set up for her.”
Garrick tightened his grip on our luggage, and maneuvered around his mother and onto the first couple steps.
“That’s not going to happen, Mum. Her luggage is already upstairs, and we’re not accustomed to sleeping apart.” I blanched. If he said that to my parents, he would be staring down a shotgun. “We’ll be in my room.”
I let myself glance at his mother. She took a deep breath, and then her eyes met mine. Despite feeling miserable, I squared my shoulders and raised my eyebrows in a look that I hoped said, I told you so .
As long as it didn’t say, I totally lied to you and might actually be pregnant after all.
I followed Garrick up the stairs, still trying to wrap my head around this evening. Should I tell him? What if I was just remembering wrong? I didn’t want to freak him out over nothing.
I should just wait. I’d keep thinking back. Maybe I’d forgotten something or was remembering the days wrong. Or I could go buy a test.
Yes. That’s what I should do . . . to be certain.
I was so eager to brush my teeth that I didn’t even say anything to Garrick before I retreated into the adjoining bathroom. And maybe I would just check one more time to make sure I hadn’t started in the last ten minutes.
Garrick knocked on the door a few minutes later, and who would have ever thought I’d be willing my period to start?
His voice was soft, tentative. “Are you okay, love?”
“Yeah. I’m okay. I’ll be out in just a second.”
I took a deep breath.
There was no reason to panic yet. I’d told Eileen that I was an adult, and it felt good to stand up to her. To say that and actually mean it. It was especially important that I act like one now. Because if I was . . . if we were pregnant, there was a lot more at stake than a visit to meet the parents and a stupid broken vase.
So tomorrow I would get a pregnancy test. People did that all the time. And
“Rowland,” I snapped.
“I don’t know, ten.”
“ Ten? ”
Garrick had ten ex-girlfriends here.
Garrick had ten ex-girlfriends before he’d even gone to college ?
And that was just the ones who’d showed up here. No telling how many more there were.
Hey, Universe? Think you could take a break on the whole raining-down-shit-on-Bliss thing? I’d appreciate it.
I stood to go back to the bathroom when Garrick stepped into the room. “There you are. I was a little worried my mother had killed you and was hiding the body.”
I didn’t laugh.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I started to nod when Graham answered, “She’s feeling sick. And she might have just met Kayleigh. And Rowland has a big mouth.”
“Jesus.”
He reached a tentative hand out to touch my shoulder.
“On a scale of one to ten, how angry are you?”
I pressed a hand to my temple, where a dull throb was beginning to form, and said, “Tired.”
Rowland said, “Oh, well that’s good.”
I heard a thwack that I guessed was Graham smacking him upside the head.
Garrick laced our fingers together, and kissed the back of my hand. “Come on. We can go ahead and go to bed for the night. It’s a bit early, but we can blame the jet lag. No one will miss us.”
Only the ten ex-girlfriends here to get him back. Yeah, I was totally good with going to bed early.
I said good-bye to Rowland and Graham, and wished Rowland luck at landing one of the exes. Then I let Garrick lead me out of the sitting room, and toward the staircase that wound up from the dining room.
His mother intercepted us just before we got to the stairs. “Where are you two going?”
“Bliss isn’t feeling well. And we’re both still adjusting to the schedule. We’re going to retire early. I think we’ve seen the majority of the people you care about us seeing.”
I didn’t look her in the eye, scared she would be able to read my mind with her freaky Slytherin stare.
“Oh, that’s too bad. I have the guest room all set up for her.”
Garrick tightened his grip on our luggage, and maneuvered around his mother and onto the first couple steps.
“That’s not going to happen, Mum. Her luggage is already upstairs, and we’re not accustomed to sleeping apart.” I blanched. If he said that to my parents, he would be staring down a shotgun. “We’ll be in my room.”
I let myself glance at his mother. She took a deep breath, and then her eyes met mine. Despite feeling miserable, I squared my shoulders and raised my eyebrows in a look that I hoped said, I told you so .
As long as it didn’t say, I totally lied to you and might actually be pregnant after all.
I followed Garrick up the stairs, still trying to wrap my head around this evening. Should I tell him? What if I was just remembering wrong? I didn’t want to freak him out over nothing.
I should just wait. I’d keep thinking back. Maybe I’d forgotten something or was remembering the days wrong. Or I could go buy a test.
Yes. That’s what I should do . . . to be certain.
I was so eager to brush my teeth that I didn’t even say anything to Garrick before I retreated into the adjoining bathroom. And maybe I would just check one more time to make sure I hadn’t started in the last ten minutes.
Garrick knocked on the door a few minutes later, and who would have ever thought I’d be willing my period to start?
His voice was soft, tentative. “Are you okay, love?”
“Yeah. I’m okay. I’ll be out in just a second.”
I took a deep breath.
There was no reason to panic yet. I’d told Eileen that I was an adult, and it felt good to stand up to her. To say that and actually mean it. It was especially important that I act like one now. Because if I was . . . if we were pregnant, there was a lot more at stake than a visit to meet the parents and a stupid broken vase.
So tomorrow I would get a pregnancy test. People did that all the time. And
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