Page 110 of Anyone But You

“I’m safe, but if he steps out of his vehicle, then I can’t say he will be.”

“Suck my dick, bitch!” he yelled. I closed my eyes and prayed for the light change because I was tempted to brandish my weapon, but I couldn’t unless I was in imminent fear for my life.

I can’t be so reckless. I possibly have precious cargo onboard.

Finally, the light turned green, and the car made it through the intersection, losing the guy who didn’t know how to find the gas pedal.

“Victoria, what’s going on?”

“I…I may be jumping the gun here, but these mood swings have been killing me, you know? And I have been more tired than usual, but I chalked it up to stress, but—”

“Do you think you’re pregnant?”

I shrugged my shoulders as if she could see me.

“Maybe?”

“Will I be a godmother?”

“Maybe,” I repeated.

“Are you on your way home?”

“I am.”

“Do you need someone there with you?” she asked.

“No. I’m fine, but you can stay on the line and talk to me until I get home.”

The forty-minute drive home was grueling. Traffic was a nightmare, of course, and the anxiety made my bladder fill, and I was damn near pissing down my leg when I threw the SUV in the garage.

“I think if you have a boy, you should name him Chastain,” Alyssa suggested.

“Chastain Ramsey? That sounds like a fucking horse. I gotta go,” I rushed out before hanging up on her.

I tore open the pregnancy test as I sprinted to the downstairs powder room.

“Ohhhhh, God, I didn’t think I was going to make it,” I moaned as I peed. The relief made me so delirious that I had nearly forgotten the pregnancy test. I stuck it under the stream and capped it before laying it flat on the counter.

I finished my business and left the bathroom for the living room couch. I lay on the sofa and laced my fingers on my stomach while staring up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and imagined how our lives would change with the potential new addition. One minute, I was playing scenarios in my head, and the next, Knox was shaking me awake.

“Victoria? Are you okay? I’ve been worried sick about you,” he said with deep concern etching his face.

“I-I’m fine. I’m sorry I worried you.”

“Do you want to talk about what sent you running out of therapy?”

I pulled myself up and patted the cushion next to me.

“Oh, boy. We’re having one of those moments.” I nodded. “Well, I guess after therapy would be the best time to do this while the coping techniques I learned are still fresh on my—”

“I never went in to get my Depo shot.”

Knox stared at me blankly until it finally sank in.

“Oh…oh.”

“Yes…oh.”