“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” she whispered, rubbing my back.
“Is it? Really? Do you have any idea what I’ve done? I’m married!” I shouted.
The incredulous look on her face was hilarious as she pointed to her stomach. “Um…hello? Unwed mother, here. If I can handle the talk about this thing, you can handle the fact that you brought home a deliciously sexy man as your husband.”
“Oh, God, this makes what happened this morning so much worse!”
“Why? What happened this morning?”
Her eyes were wide with curiosity. How could I blame her? She was about to pop with no man in sight to lean on. The poor woman needed this more than I wanted to admit.
“I may have attacked him this morning?—”
“You what?”
“Hey! In my defense, he was in my house and wearing my coat!”
“The teal one?”
“Yes! I mean, what kind of man does that?”
Her brows furrowed as she chewed her lower lip. “Did you get pictures?”
“No, but that would have been so amazing! Sadly, I was too concerned about the stranger in my house!”
“Well, he’s your husband, so technically not a stranger.”
“I don’t know him. By definition, he’s a stranger.” I sighed, slumping back on my ass. “And then I slept with him.”
Lizzy stared at me for a solid thirty seconds, then tossed her head back and laughed uproariously at my situation. I waited patiently for her to finish, but it was never going to end. She was having too much fun with my predicament.
“I’m sorry,” she cried, wiping the tears from her face. “I really am. I mean, it’s not funny. Not really.”
Sighing, I shoved off the ground and headed into the kitchen, rounding the island for the counter where my coffeemaker was currently sitting empty. If I was going to make it through the day, I would need something much stronger, but drinking at noon was not something most respectable women did.
“Is a marriage legal if no one knows about it?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you have to get it annulled.”
The thought of getting a marriage annulled sounded just ridiculous. I didn’t even know for sure if I was married. What was I going to do? Call around to courtrooms to find out if they had my name registered anywhere? How did one find out if they were truly married?
“Maybe it doesn’t matter.”
“How do you figure?” she asked, trying to push herself out of the chair. When it was clear she couldn’t get out on her own, I strode over and tugged her up.
“Well, I don’t know that I’m actually married. I mean, all you have to go on is what we said. For all I know, we could havepretended to get married.” I held out my hand to her. “Look, no ring. Maybe this is all just a really big misunderstanding.”
“So…you’re not going to look into it?”
“What’s the point?” I asked, heading back to the kitchen. “I mean, he’s already gone.”
Her eyes popped wide. “What do you mean he’s gone?”
“He had to leave. It’s not like he lives here. He didn’t even know where he was.”
“Wait, so you just let him leave without finding out more details?” she asked, waddling behind me.
“I thought he was a one-night stand. What more details would I need?”