THIRTY
I feel like absolute shit. I've been draped over the toilet bowl all morning and missing classes isn't my best suit. Also been avoiding Damon like the plague since our fight. "Need anything else, Hanna?" Bailey calls through the door.
Some pain killers. Some gravol. Fuck.
Groaning, I shove my head over the bowl again and throw up last night's Chinese food. "I'll take that as a yes," Scarlet replies, opening the door to my bathroom suite, her face filled with concern.
Something crosses my mind and I feel dizzier than ever. "Did you two get your periods?" I groan as I lift my head and look up at them. Bailey's face goes white, and I watch Scarlet's jaw drop.
Fuck ! Closing my eyes, I wrap my arms around my knees, tears escaping. This can't be happening. We're forbidden. He's supposed to be my enemy.
"It's okay, Han Han. Scarlet can run and get some pregnancy tests," Bailey says as she kneels next to me. Tears spill from my eyes and I nod slowly, pulling myself up and wrapping myself in Bailey's arms. I wish she understood, but she doesn't.
Scarlet shoots me a fake smile and I know exactly what it means now that I know how close our families are. Turning on her heel, she grabs the keys and heads out the door. "Bails, what if—" I sob.
My friend watches me closely before she pulls me into my bedroom and sits on the bed with me. "You'll have to call Damon, decide what you're going to do," she says softly. Shit .
We haven't talked in two days, and calling him about this would be… Oh God. My mind spins. His mother would kill me. My brother would kill me.
I look at Bailey, my eyes bloodshot. "Can I have some chocolate?" I whine. She giggles softly and nods, heading out of the bedroom to our kitchen. Burying my face in my hands, I let more tears escape.
How could this happen? We were protected every time we… Fuck ! Jersey City, when he had that hockey game. The fucking hot tub. Jesus Christ.
I reopen my eyes when Bailey kneels beside me with a packet of dairy milk chocolate. Frowning, I take it from her hands and shove a piece into my mouth. Turning my head toward the bedroom door, I hear keys jangle at the doorway to the condo.
Holding my breath, I await Scarlet's return. She saunters into the bedroom and drops the bag of pregnancy tests on the bed beside me and frowns. She's probably worried about me. I told her everything after Harley showed up.
She was there for me. Scarlet told me I was shipped here by my mother after the incident in high school—my father never knew. That's why I didn’t grow up in the mafia world. Because my mother shipped me away and then ran away from the man she married.
"If you want one of us to come in the bathroom with you…" Bailey whispers, pulling me from my thoughts. I shake my head, that's the last thing I want, especially when I'm already scared. Especially with the thoughts running in my brain.
Grabbing the bag, I get to my feet and disappear into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Holding my breath, I take each test before shoving them back into their plastic covers. My brain can't handle this. It can't. Damon's family will have me slaughtered.
"Are you okay in there?" Scarlet calls through the door.
Pulling the door open and facing my friends, I don't even want to look at them. I can't. Wiping away my tears, I hide my face in Bailey's large cleavage. "It's okay, Han Han. I'll check them." Scarlet smiles, kissing my head.
She has been so good since we talked two days ago. So supportive and managed to tell me about everything I missed with Harley and my father in the world I only just found out I'm a part of.
My dark-haired friend disappears into the bathroom, and I watch her closely, my heart pounding. Scarlet's face turns white and her lips tremble.
Oh, no. I avert my eyes as the tears spill. Pulling from Bailey's arms, I slump down on the floor beside my bed and bury my face in my knees, letting the sobs wrack my body. "It's going to be okay," Scarlet reassures me.
It can't be! I'm pregnant with my enemy's child.
I barely hear anything, all I can hear is the pounding of my heart and the sobs that escape my lips. "Bailey, go call him. Get his ass here," someone says from far away.
I can't hear a single thing anymore. My daddy always warned me to be careful, he didn't want me to go through what he and my mother did. Now here I am. Closing my eyes, I cry harder and hug onto my knees. I'm pregnant.
And with the enemy's child. This is what happens in forbidden love. This was the creation of mine and Damon's relationship. We screwed up.
The thought makes my head spin and I can't function. I don't even know what to do. Oh god, oh no. Damon . The thought races through my head until I hear Bailey yelling in the background. "It's important, asshole!"
What is happening? When did everything go wrong? I'm going to get killed. Margarita Saint will have me buried. Sobs wrack my body as I grip my knees. I feel Scarlet's arms hold me as I cry.
This can't be happening… not now, not ever. Bailey sits on the bed above me and all of a sudden Scarlet disappears from the room. Lifting my head, I look around until my eyes find him. Damon.
"What the hell is he doing here!" I scream as a sob escapes me. Damon's face fills with worry as he watches me and he has a right to be. We are screwed. Are families tied together when they don't ask for it?
My breath comes up short. "Bailey called him, I told her to," Scarlet announces. I stopped listening after I saw him.
"What's going on, Cinderella? Talk to me," he whispers as he kneels beside me.
A baby is growing inside me. I stare up at him with bloodshot green eyes. I know my cheeks are tear stained as I watch him.
"I'm-I'm… pregnant," I sob out. Damon's face pales as he wraps his arms around me. Probably remembering the night in the Waverly hot tub. Shit . I hear whispers from the bed above me as Scarlet and Bailey await Damon's response.
Damon pulls me into his lap and peppers kisses across my face in a soothing motion. "It's okay, Han. It's all going to be okay. I will never let anyone hurt you," he whispers against my hair.
Relaxation takes over as I fall into his arms. He's not going to leave me. A soft smile appears on my lips and I grab his shirt, burying my face in his chest. But in the end, this will never be okay again.
I love this man more than I could possibly describe. "We'll do this together, I promise you. I'm not going anywhere, and nobody is taking you or this child from me without death coming their way," he whispers into my hair.
Laying my head in his lap, I close my eyes. We can do this. "I love you," I mutter. Damon presses kisses to my cheeks and hands as he holds me close to him. I know he's scared, but I'm much happier knowing that he's not going anywhere.
He's here. With me. I didn't expect this. The day I agreed to tutor him. I didn't expect that so many months later, a beautiful baby would be growing inside me. That I would know all I know. Our lives would be so intertwined.
But this… This is our miracle. My baby. Our baby.