Jordan hugs me. “We’ll figure it out. You don’t have to do this alone.”
“How do I tell Trent? Our relationship is just beginning. He doesn’t need a kid when he’s planning to play in the NHL.”
“Trent seems pretty invested in you,” she says in a hushed tone. “He might surprise you.”
“I can’t tell him over the phone.”
“He’s coming to the New Year’s Eve party.”
I shake my head. “No, I told him not to come because I’m sick.”
“You can wait until we get back to campus. A few days won’t make a difference.”
“I don’t know for sure.” I bite my bottom lip. “Not until a doctor confirms it.”
She lifts a handful of tests from the sink. “I could see one false positive but not seven.”
“I need a blood test before I tell Trent.”
She cups my shoulder. “How about I make you some tea with honey to help you relax?”
I nod. “Thanks. That sounds good.”
“What I’m going to do? How do I tell Trent?”
She grabs my hand and leads me out of the bathroom. “Don’t overwhelm yourself. Stress can hurt the baby.”
“Thank you for doing this with me. I’m so glad you’re here. I couldn’t take the tests alone.”
“What are sisters for?”
“I wish you could tell him for me.”
She frowns. “You have to tell him. Don’t punk out.”
“But how do I say it? Do I blurt it out and hope for the best?”
“When you see Trent, you’ll know what to do.”
“I hope so,” I choke out.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jemma
Winter break disappears as fast as it came. Over the last few weeks, Trent has done everything he can to win me. He’s more than made up for the past, his affection toward me growing more each day.
But I have one problem.
I still haven’t faced reality.
Nothing comes out whenever I open my mouth to tell Trent about the baby. Jordan was wrong about knowing when I saw him. My throat feels like it’s closing when the words enter my mind. He looks so peaceful, happy to have me in his bed and arms. I don’t want to ruin our perfect moment with life-shattering news.
Not yet, anyway.
Not tonight.
I’ll tell him tomorrow.
