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my number?”
“Yeah, from when you called me from the hospital.”
“Okay. So, just call me if you need me.” Evan stands, giving Kayla a knowing look before walking out of the room.
“I swear, Kayla, if you told him I’m pregnant…I’m going to kill you.”
“I didn’t. I take it that you’ve accepted it as a possible outcome?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing. Let’s just go get the tests.”
“Okay, but there’s been a slight change of plans. I can’t do this at my apartment. Paul will flip shit. He will think it’s me. So, I kind of called your mom.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind? What the hell, Kayla?”
“Stop. Don’t freak out. She doesn’t know. I told her I needed a mutual meeting ground, and she didn’t ask why. She just said she’ll make us some snacks. Now, we have to go there because you know her version of snacks is going to be some incredibly delicious cookies or something.”
Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I shoot Kayla a look that could kill. “Fine. Can we please go now?” I send Theron a text that I’m spending the afternoon with Kayla, since it was slow at the store. It is not a complete lie. It’s just a little omission. I follow Kayla to her car and we head to the store. I had no idea how many different kinds of pregnancy tests there are. I hand the clerk my credit card and she raises her eyebrows at my purchase. Don’t judge me. I make a mental note never to shop here again.
“Down, killer.”
“What?”
“You looked like you were going to kill that cashier. Just relax.” Sliding into Kayla’s car, I get an incredibly bad gut feeling. I don’t see this going well.
Kayla is sitting on my mom’s bathroom floor. I’m lying at her feet. Her floors aren’t as cold and smooth as mine, but the tile still feels great on my cheeks. “How many more should I take?”
“Honey, I don’t think you need to take anymore. I think we bought every kind the drug store had. You’ve taken seven already. The results aren’t going to change, Eve. What are you going to tell him?”
“I don’t know. What if he freaks out? What if he doesn’t want a baby right now? What am I going to do then, Kayla? Fuck. It’s not like this was planned. I don’t know what to say or think. My head is swimming right now. Just let me lie here on the floor, I’ll be fine.”
“I would totally be okay with that if this was my house. However, we are at your mom’s. She already knows we are up to something. She’s not an idiot. We’ve been hiding out in here for almost an hour now.”
“I know. I just don’t want to move. The floor is so cold, it feels great.”
“Oh, sweetie. That’s just so sad. Come on. If you don’t want to say anything right now, I’ll just tell your mom you’re sick. Come with me and I’ll get you a cold rag for your face. You’ll feel better.”
“Promise?”
“Sure. It’s worth a shot, right?”
“I guess.” Kayla stands and pulls me up off the floor. I follow her into the kitchen where my mom is sitting at the table with three different kinds of freshly baked cookies in front of her. I guess we were really in there for a long time. She pats the chair beside her. I plop down in the chair and almost gag when she offers me a cookie. I’ve never been able to lie to my mom. She has always seen right through the webs and plots I’ve tried to construct. I give up trying to pretend nothing is wrong. I lay my face down on the kitchen table, taking turns laying each cheek down for a few minutes. The tabletop feels so cool against my face.
Kayla gently places a wet washcloth across my neck, as I lay there looking at my mom. She doesn’t say anything, but she pulls the cookies away. Kayla opens a can of ginger ale pop and sets it beside me. My mom watches Kayla’s movements and raises her eyebrow at me. “Are we going to pretend this isn’t happening?”
“What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me, Evelyn Davidson. You damn well know what
“Yeah, from when you called me from the hospital.”
“Okay. So, just call me if you need me.” Evan stands, giving Kayla a knowing look before walking out of the room.
“I swear, Kayla, if you told him I’m pregnant…I’m going to kill you.”
“I didn’t. I take it that you’ve accepted it as a possible outcome?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing. Let’s just go get the tests.”
“Okay, but there’s been a slight change of plans. I can’t do this at my apartment. Paul will flip shit. He will think it’s me. So, I kind of called your mom.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind? What the hell, Kayla?”
“Stop. Don’t freak out. She doesn’t know. I told her I needed a mutual meeting ground, and she didn’t ask why. She just said she’ll make us some snacks. Now, we have to go there because you know her version of snacks is going to be some incredibly delicious cookies or something.”
Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I shoot Kayla a look that could kill. “Fine. Can we please go now?” I send Theron a text that I’m spending the afternoon with Kayla, since it was slow at the store. It is not a complete lie. It’s just a little omission. I follow Kayla to her car and we head to the store. I had no idea how many different kinds of pregnancy tests there are. I hand the clerk my credit card and she raises her eyebrows at my purchase. Don’t judge me. I make a mental note never to shop here again.
“Down, killer.”
“What?”
“You looked like you were going to kill that cashier. Just relax.” Sliding into Kayla’s car, I get an incredibly bad gut feeling. I don’t see this going well.
Kayla is sitting on my mom’s bathroom floor. I’m lying at her feet. Her floors aren’t as cold and smooth as mine, but the tile still feels great on my cheeks. “How many more should I take?”
“Honey, I don’t think you need to take anymore. I think we bought every kind the drug store had. You’ve taken seven already. The results aren’t going to change, Eve. What are you going to tell him?”
“I don’t know. What if he freaks out? What if he doesn’t want a baby right now? What am I going to do then, Kayla? Fuck. It’s not like this was planned. I don’t know what to say or think. My head is swimming right now. Just let me lie here on the floor, I’ll be fine.”
“I would totally be okay with that if this was my house. However, we are at your mom’s. She already knows we are up to something. She’s not an idiot. We’ve been hiding out in here for almost an hour now.”
“I know. I just don’t want to move. The floor is so cold, it feels great.”
“Oh, sweetie. That’s just so sad. Come on. If you don’t want to say anything right now, I’ll just tell your mom you’re sick. Come with me and I’ll get you a cold rag for your face. You’ll feel better.”
“Promise?”
“Sure. It’s worth a shot, right?”
“I guess.” Kayla stands and pulls me up off the floor. I follow her into the kitchen where my mom is sitting at the table with three different kinds of freshly baked cookies in front of her. I guess we were really in there for a long time. She pats the chair beside her. I plop down in the chair and almost gag when she offers me a cookie. I’ve never been able to lie to my mom. She has always seen right through the webs and plots I’ve tried to construct. I give up trying to pretend nothing is wrong. I lay my face down on the kitchen table, taking turns laying each cheek down for a few minutes. The tabletop feels so cool against my face.
Kayla gently places a wet washcloth across my neck, as I lay there looking at my mom. She doesn’t say anything, but she pulls the cookies away. Kayla opens a can of ginger ale pop and sets it beside me. My mom watches Kayla’s movements and raises her eyebrow at me. “Are we going to pretend this isn’t happening?”
“What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me, Evelyn Davidson. You damn well know what
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