I’m pretty sure that’s not what Ashley wanted to hear. Hell, I definitely don’t want to believe that I may be pregnant. Children aren’t part of our plan and on top of that, I’ve been guzzling alcohol out of sheer denial.
I really hope it’s nerves and not the development of 10 fingers and toes.
Ashley’s mouth is still open. I guess her mouth is parched because she finally takes a sip of her beer.
“P-P-Pregnant? You…we…doctor. ..now, ” she stutters while slowly sitting on the sofa.
“It’s a possibility Ash. I did have sex with Derek on occasion. You also know that my cycle has been irregular for years.”
Ashley frantically waves her hand in the air.
“The mental picture of Derek being the father is not flattering.”
“Flattering? Nothing about pregnancy is flattering. I’ll make an appointment tomorrow.”
“Okay,” she replies, forcing a smile.
I open the fridge for a snack when Ashley taps me on my shoulder.
“Oh, before I forget. Yelena is flying in Saturday.”
I roll my eyes. The last thing I want to deal with is Yelena and her diarrhea of the mouth.
I take a deep breath.
“I had a feeling I was pregnant weeks ago and took five pregnancy tests just to make sure.”
Ashley drops her phone.
“I’m going to ignore the fact that you withheld this from me. Did all of the tests come back positive?”
“Five bright, double-lined sticks,” I mumbled.
Panicked, Ashley starts pacing in the kitchen.
“Shit, shit, shit!!”