Page 3 of Shameless

“What do you mean?”

I looked back at her. “Well, Molls just left to get me a pregnancy test.”

Mom’s eyes widened, and she breathed, “Oh …”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. A lot of women get pregnant on their wedding night or even before. So what if you are?”

I kept shaking my head; that was all I could do. “No, Mom.”

She set the champagne flutes down and wrapped me in a hug. “It’ll be okay.”

“It won’t be if I am.”

“Why’s that?”

I pulled back slightly. “Because if I’m pregnant, it’s not Blake’s.”

Her eyes widened again. “Whose is it?”

I closed my eyes and whispered, “Eddie’s.”

“Ian’s son?”

I nodded.

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah…”

Mom was still dating Ian. They were living together againand would probably elope to Las Vegas soon. Since the 4thof July party, I hadn’t seen Eddie and thought we’d go our separate ways and forget about what happened in my childhood room. I’d expected holidays to be awkward going forward, but I never could have imagined he knocked me up.

Except we had been reckless, and I only thought I could pretend it never happened.

Molly came rushing in a moment later, pulling a small rectangular box from her purse. “There was a drugstore on the corner.”

“Thank god.” I rushed to her and grabbed the box and went to the bathroom. Not wanting to take any chances, I peed on both tests to make sure and then set a timer on my phone. It was the longest three minutes of my life and when I turned them over and saw the two pink lines, I stumbled back and hit the wall.

“Are you okay?” Mom asked on the other side of the door.

“No.”

“Shit,” Molly breathed, and I knew she understood why I said no.

I had to get out of there.

Opening the door, I hurried to my bags, putting the tests in my purse and not caring there was pee on them. “I need to go.”

Both my mom and Molly opened their mouths to say something, but then there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Molly said.

She opened the door and Blake’s sister-in-law, Spencer, was on the other side. My heart sank. What should I do? What should I tell her?

“I’m leaving,” I stated in a rush.

“What? Why?” Spencer questioned.