CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Ella
“ Y ou’re definitely pregnant,” the doctor at the walk-in woman’s clinic says, pressing a wand on my abdomen. “Based on your last recorded period, I put your conception window as mid-January, and your due date as October 5 th .”
It’s one thing to find out I’m pregnant, but hearing a due date slams reality into me.
“Congratulations,” Hannah whispers to me.
I’m so glad she’s here, but miserable that Balor isn’t. That I deprived him of this happy moment.
“Thank you, Doctor.” I wipe away a few tears.
“I’ll have my RN call in prenatal vitamins and start you on your maternity plan.” The doctor shuts off the machine and gives me a towel to wipe up the gooey ultrasound gel.
I’d rather be wiping Balor’s cum off me.
He called me last night and we talked for a while. I told him how I felt. He did the same. But we’re both just spinning our wheels over the same argument.
“Doctor, is everything is all right? Does the baby look okay?”
“They’re fine.”
“Great. Wait, they ?”
“You’re having twins.”
Hannah slaps a hand over her mouth. When the doctor leaves the room, she paces. “Holy shit. Knocked up by the mafia boss with twins!”
I can’t move. Doctors really should prepare you better for news like this. I felt nervous and anxious before. I’m downright terrified now.
“I guess we have a lot to celebrate when we go out tonight.” Hannah closes the privacy curtain so I can get dressed .
The last thing I want is to go out. But staying home with my dad or lying alone in my bedroom is the breeding ground for my dark thoughts and depression.
My tears fall more rapidly. This news makes me feel even worse that Balor isn’t here. Sniffing, I call his cell.
“Hello?” A female voice answers his phone.
My heart jumps into my throat. But I’ve been down this road before. With Jillian. With his sister. He’s surrounded by women. Why someone’s answering his phone, though, stumps me.
Unless it’s because it’s me and he doesn’t want to talk to me all of a sudden?
“Who’s this?” I struggle to recognize any one of his brothers’ wives’ voices.
“It’s Petra. Who the fuck is this, and why are you calling Balor?” The vitriolic voice sends a numbing sensation through my body.
“This is Ella. Petra? Who the hell are you, and why do you have Balor’s phone?”
“Because he’s in my shower. Look, I refuse to share him with another whore again.”
In her shower. This has got to be some kind of...
“I’ll be right there, Bale,” she purrs. “That man loves anal sex in the shower. I have to go. Bitch, don’t call him again.”
The call drops and so does my phone.