Page 85 of Clear Shot

I throw myself on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.

How did my life go from amazing to the world’s biggest clusterfuck in the span of two minutes?

Aiden will be home the day after tomorrow, so I have about thirty-six hours to come up with a plan.

I love and trust my sister-in-law, but I don’t want to put her in the position of keeping secrets from her husband. And Johan will not be happy about this turn of events.

This right here is the entire reason Aiden and I opted to remain just friends from the get-go. Neither of us wanted to do anything that would complicate his life professionally. The team is close-knit, a family of sorts, and this is exactly what we wanted to avoid.

But it’s not my fault.

Sitting up, I take a deep breath and call my bestie.

“Hey!” Claudia answers sounding cheerful.

“I need your help,” I say in a shaky voice.

“What’s wrong?” she asks automatically.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“What?” She sounds shocked. She knows all the details of my situation with Aiden, so I’m sure she’s as confused as I am.

“Either he lied to me or he’s one of the two in a thousand men whose vasectomies fail.”

“Have you talked to him yet?”

“No.”

“Don’t freak out until you have a conversation. You don’t know how he’s going to feel.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I know exactly how he’s going to feel.”

“Hana, don’t psych yourself out. Trust him. You guys have been building something together. Buying a house, making plans for the future—you’ve even talked about adopting. He’s open to the idea of kids, so you don’t know how he’ll react to one of his own.”

“He was extremely clear that he doesn’t want to pass down his genetics, under any circumstances.”

“But circumstances have changed.”

“Not really.”

“Honey, don’t make unilateral decisions without talking to him. You owe it to yourself, to him, and to that baby growing inside you.”

I swallow.

I know she’s right, but I also know my husband better than she does.

He’s not going to be happy.

Hell, right now I’m not happy.

“Hana?” Claudia’s voice is soft. “Are you listening?”

“I am. I just don’t know what to do. I can’t stay in the US if I’m not married to him, which means I’ll have to go back to Slovakia.”

“You really think he’s just going to turn his back on you?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “But I have to have a plan in case he does.”