Chapter 90
***Casey***
“I’m going to miss you so much!” I cling to Sandy, reluctant
to let her go.
“Me, too. I wish I didn’t have to go.”
“Call me as soon as you land.”
“I will… and make sure you keep me posted on my little niece
or nephew.”
“Of course.”
“Now, remember what the doctor said and don’t tire yourself
out.”
“I won’t.”
“And—”
“Go.” I giggle. “Or you’ll miss your flight.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Watching her leave breaks my heart. She turns around every
couple of steps and waves. I really wish she could stay. When she’s finally out
of sight, I make my way back to the car. On the way home, I stop at a pharmacy
in Billings to fill the prescription the doctor gave me—prenatal vitamins and
such. I’m now committed to little EJ or Katy, no matter what the situation may
be with his/her father. I know he’d be a great dad, too. Oh, well; he has his
mother to thank for missing out. I still have some time before I start showing,
so I should be able to figure out a plan by then.
In the pharmacy, I’m instantly drawn to the baby aisle.
Things I didn’t even look at before are now the cutest things I’ve ever seen—bottles,
pacifiers, bibs… even diapers. I can’t wait to start shopping!
On my way out, who should I bump into but the devil herself?
Be the bigger person, Casey.
“Helena.”
She smirks and folds her arms across her chest.
“Well, hello.”
“How are you?”
“Good, now that my son is on the right path.”
Her self-satisfied smirk is just too much for me to bear.
“I’ve got to go. Excuse me.”
“You know, I was just with Shae. Apparently, she and Ethan
spent the night together.”
And there it is. He got over me pretty quickly. But… it’s
what I asked for, isn’t it? That doesn’t make it hurt any less. I guess Helena
was right all along—Shae is what he needs. I try to fight the tears
stinging my lids.
“I’ve already done what you wanted me to do. You don’t have
to rub it in.”
As I move past her, she grabs my hand. “As long as—”
She stops in the middle of her sentence, staring at me in
shock.
“Helena? Are you okay?”
She doesn’t look too good, like she just might pass out in
front of me. Her eyes move over my body, up and down in disbelief, then she
drops my hand as if it burned her. I hope it did.
“I’m fine.”
She turns and stumbles out the door, obviously shaken. Who
put a bee in her bonnet?