Courtney’s mouth falls open. Drew is fucking working this. I’m so proud of him for stepping out of his comfort zone because I know how hard this is for him. He ignores every girl who bats a lash his way, especially Courtney. But she deserves a trophy for trying.
She stands and puts her hand over her heart.
“Those damn handcuffs,” she says under her breath and then realizes I heard her. She glares at my snicker, and I shrug.
“I was told your favorite lunch is a chicken wrap and pure coconut water,” Drew says.
“Wait, what?” She’s just as shocked as I am that he brought her lunch.
He hands her the bag, and she takes it with a huge smile on her face. This might be the most attention he’s given her—ever. His radio goes off, and he answers back quickly.
“Hope you enjoy it,” he tells her and then turns around and leaves.
Courtney leans against the wall and sighs. She’s so damn dramatic.
“Oh my God, Travis! Are you trying to kill me?”
I can no longer hold back my laughter. “No, I need your help!”
“I’ll do it. I accept your offer.”
“What?” I’m confused.
“Just tell me when we open, and I’ll be here. Especially if you can pay me in glimpses of Drew in that uniform.”
Union International offered me a great salary, a decent-sized office, and a position I only dreamed of having six months ago. As hard as it was to say no, I couldn’t accept, considering my current situation. They even counter offered, giving me a twenty percent pay increase, but it wasn’t enough to keep me grounded in Boston. I packed my stuff and shipped it to Courtney since I’ll be staying with her until I find a place of my own. The last few months have been…well…interesting.
Drew and Courtney both know I’m not returning to Boston once I leave, but I haven’t found the courage to tell Travis yet. He’ll find out soon enough and when I don’t leave after the holidays are over it’ll be a dead giveaway. I begged them not to say a word because I want to be the one to tell him. I have to be. We have a lot to talk about, but the truth is, I’m not sure what to say to him or where to even begin. Just thinking about it gives me an anxiety attack.
I shove my carry-on in the overhead compartment of the plane and slide the window cover open, peering out into the distance. Soon we take off over a blanket of white fog, and as nervous as I am to be returning to Cali, I’m happy to be leaving Boston and all the damn snow.
As the plane lands in California, I feel a little ridiculous wearing a baggy sweater and so many layers. I roll my sleeves up to my elbows and patiently wait while we deplane. I was cold, but now I’m sweating. Freaking hormones. A lump forms in my throat when I open my text messages and see Courtney is already waiting for me. This is happening. I’m really home.
After I pee, I wheel my suitcase through the airport, trying to find just a sliver of courage. I walk through the double doors, and Courtney is leaning against her Jeep with a big, goofy smile on her face. She takes off running in high heels and gives me a big hug.
“Oh my God, Mama! Look at you!” She squeals and pats my tummy. I’m so happy she’s excited about this pregnancy because I’m still not sure how to feel, but I’ve felt like that since the day I found out.
Though I felt like death,I took an Uber to the nearest pharmacy. The guy who drove me across town looked at me like I had the plague, and I’m sure when I stepped out of his car, he sprayed disinfectant all over the seats. I walked inside and stared at the pregnancy tests, picking up a two pack, which claims to be 99.9% accurate. I’ve never had to take one, and I almost find it hilarious that it’s come to this point. Courtney is three thousand miles away but has me so worked up I have to know for sure. I’m pretty confident it’s a virus. I’ve had the flu before. I know the symptoms, and I feel like death—totally the flu.
When I grab the cardboard box, I feel ridiculous. All the way to the counter, I keep repeating how I can’t be pregnant. Birth control. I didn’t miss a pill. Not one. I take a cab back to my studio apartment and somehow find the strength to climb the stairs. I read the instructions at least ten times before I take the stick out and pee on it, and then I wait. Almost immediately two pink lines appear.
No, no, no.
I take the other pregnancy test out of the wrapper and pee on it, too.
The first one had to be wrong. This could not be happening, not now, not when I’m at the beginning of my career and so far away from everyone I love. Just as fast as the other one, two pink lines.
I sit on the toilet and stare at it in shock. I’m not even sure what to do or say. Immediately I call Courtney, crying.
“Oh my God, Lola. What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
“Court.”I sit there a long time in silence as tears stream down my face.
“Lola? You’re freaking me out.”
“I’m…” I couldn’t even say the words.
She patsmy belly and brings me back to reality. I gulp, thinking about how lost I felt when I told her, but she was there for me. I don’t believe there was a time when she wasn’t.
