Chapter 31
Chapter thirty-one
“Would you like a cup of tea, dear?” Mum murmurs from her place beside me at the table. “You’ve barely touched your breakfast.”
I continue pushing the scrambled eggs around my plate, unable to find the interest to eat anything.
With a sigh, I drop my fork. “Yeah, I might go make one.” I push up from my chair. “Does anyone want a cuppa?”
“Could you please grab the orange juice?” Madeline asks as she feeds Wren.
“Sure.” I run my fingers through Wren’s soft curls as I pass her on my way to the kitchen.
I flick on the kettle, grab a mug from the cupboard, then search through Mum’s tea box, opting for a ginger one.
“How have you been?” Evan strolls into the kitchen, bracing his hands against the bench as he assesses me.
“You’re off duty, Dr Bryce,” I say, dropping the tea bag into my mug. “And I’m fine.”
“No headaches? Dizziness?” I take a deep breath as I drop my head back between my shoulders, before looking at my brother-in-law.
“No headaches. No dizziness. I’ve been a bit tired, but I don’t think that’s injury-related.”
The kettle pops, so I add the water to my mug, then collect the orange juice from the fridge, sliding it over to Evan.
“Everything alright?” Chelsea walks into the kitchen with an empty glass in hand.
“I was just making sure Iz was doing okay after the accident. No lingering side effects,” Evan says, sliding a hand around Chelsea’s waist as she comes to stand beside him.
“You’re okay, right?” my sister asks.
“I’m fine.” I chuckle.
Chels blows out a breath, then pours herself a glass of juice. “Good.”
She heads into the walk-in pantry, then reappears with the medicine box in hand. She sets it on the bench, rifling through it.
“Whatcha looking for, babe?” Evan asks.
“Ugh, my cramps are kicking my arse. I need a painkiller.”
“Aww, baby,” Evan says, placing a hand on his wife’s stomach and rubbing soothing circles.
Wait, what’s the date today? I must be due for my period soon, too.
I’m normally synced up with both my sisters.
I rack my brain, trying to remember my last period.
Holy shit. I was due the week after the Heart’s charity ball.
I distinctly remember being relieved I wouldn’t have it for the ball, so I could wear nice underwear instead of my comfy granny panties.
That was almost two months ago. That can’t be right. Because that might mean… I’m pregnant?