Quinn
“Ow.” It feels like someone beat me in the head with a hammer. I open my eyes and there’s a hard body next to me. I look up and Liam is gently snoring.
I grab my phone and turn on the flashlight so that I don’t wake him up. I quietly rummage through my bedside drawer for my Tylenol. I grab my birth control pack and notice I haven’t taken it in a few days. “Fuck,” I mutter to myself. I snap a pill out of the pack and place it on my tongue. I lift my water to my lips and stop midway.
If I haven’t taken my pill the last few days, I should have started my period already, but I haven’t had any symptoms. Double fuck. The nausea starts up again. No, no, no. “Okay, , calm down. You just caught a stomach bug, and you’ll start your period soon,” I say to myself.
I look at the time on my phone. He’s going to be late for work. I gently tap him. “Liam,” I whisper. He doesn’t budge. I shake him just a little bit. Still nothing. So I raise my voice more. “Liam, you need to get up.”
He groans lightly.
I roll my eyes and flip the covers off him. “Liam, you’re going to be late! Get up!”
He rolls over, unaffected.
I flip on the light and he throws a pillow over his head. I tug it off and then hit him in the head with it.
He pops his head up. “Hey! What was that for?” he says groggily.
“I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last ten minutes. You sleep like the dead! You need to get up. You’re late for work.” I run my hand over my temples, trying to help my headache. Shit . I got so caught up on not taking my birth control I forgot to take the Tylenol. I roll over and open the bottle, then pop two in my mouth.
Liam sits up and stretches, looking over at me. “How are you feeling? Any better?”
I gulp down the water, washing down the medicine. “I’m feeling better. I still have some nausea, but the worst part is this splitting headache.”
“Do you need anything? I can run down and grab a muffin for you.”
“No, I’m okay. I’ll get something myself in a bit. I already messaged Millie last night. She’s going to open for me again today. Hopefully, I’ll be back to normal tomorrow. I’ll try to rest more today.” I give him a soft smile even though I’m freaking out on the inside still.
He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Okay. If you need anything, I’m only a phone call or a text away.”
“Thank you, Liam.” I sigh.
“Anything for my girl.” He grins.
“Go to work, Casanova.”
We both laugh as he closes the door behind him.
As soon as it shuts, I fly out of bed and hurry to gather my stuff for a much-needed shower. I turn the water as hot as I can get it. I take my time to wash my hair, face, and body. As I’m finishing up, I get a massive wave of nausea again. I quickly wrap my towel around me and rush over to the toilet, then empty my guts again. Dammit . I’m so tired of puking.
Once I got myself together, I headed fifteen minutes out of town so I didn’t run into anyone I knew at the drugstore.
Now, I’m back at home, sitting on the side of the tub, waiting.
I can’t really be pregnant, can I ? I’m usually always super careful and take my birth control religiously at the same time every day. So, I don’t understand how this could have happened. I mean, it does say 99 percent accurate on the label. What are the odds I would be in that 1 percent? If I really am, how is Liam going to act? Oh God . What if I end up doing this all alone? I don’t even have my own place. I live in my parents’ bed-and-breakfast. I have a business to run.
My timer goes off, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I take a deep breath, stand up, and walk to the counter. I look in the mirror, trying to talk myself into looking down at the little white stick.
I glance down. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”