“Shut up.” I scowl at them as they continue to laugh their asses off.
“You’ve got it bad,” Colton jokes.
They’re right. I’ve been reading her silence as rejection. And why?
Because I’m scared. Because the moment I thought she was pulling back, I felt the floor tilt beneath me.
This isn’t casual anymore. Not even close. This is … love.
I scrub a hand over my face.
I love her so much that I’m feeling unsteady. Vulnerable. And instead of sitting with that, I’ve gone straight to fear. Accusation. Doubt.
I lean back in my chair, staring blankly at the bar. I’m such an idiot. She’s probably at home sick right now, and I turned it into a breakup in my head.
The realization settles in the pit of my stomach.
I’m in love with her.
And the scariest part about that?
I haven’t even told her yet.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Eva
The waiting room is filled with pictures of babies, women's anatomy, and birth control pamphlets. It’s an odd mixture of marketing.
But my eyes home in on the babies. I’ve had five days to sit with the idea. As terrifying as it is, there’s this excitement that I’ve kept inside.
I’ve always wanted to become a mom. The cuddles and soft baby skin are like heaven on earth. Their sweet, innocent smiles and giggles.
I’ve felt nauseous and thrown up every morning since I took the test. If I’m not pregnant, there’s definitely something going on with me.
“Eva,” a nurse dressed in pink scrubs calls at the door.
I smile and pick up my purse, then follow her down the hall until she ushers me into a private room.
“I’m just going to get some of your vitals first.”
I let her take my blood pressure and temperature, then answer some basic questions.
“All right. We’re going to get a urine sample, and then I’ll have you change.”
She leads me to the bathroom, where I pee in a cup before we go back into the room.
“Go ahead and take everything from the waist down off and place this over you. The doctor will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you.” I smile as she slowly backs out.
I take a deep breath.
“You’ve got this,” I whisper to myself.
I strip down and fold my panties and jeans, then place them on the chair. I wonder if it’s weird to fold my clothes in a doctor’s office.
Next, I hop up onto the exam table and place the paper over my lower half. My legs dangle over the sides, making me feel like a kid. I let them swing back and forth as the nervous energy in my body courses through me.