He shrugs. “Dunno.”
That’s helpful. “I know I said we could go to the gym this afternoon, but I’m feeling really run-down.” I hope I’m not coming down with something. “Want to watch a movie when we’re done? You two can pick it.”
After lunch, we curl up in front of the TV, but they can’t decide on what they want to watch.
I hand Gabriel the remote, and he starts clicking through the channels and stops on a show about sharks. “I love Shark Week,” he says. “It’s a whole week about sharks. How they attack. Where they swim. What they eat.”
Shark Week. As I nod, something bothers me. Like I forgot to turn off the stove. I check the range, but I turned everything off after I finished cooking.
Shark Week!
Dread spreads through my chest.
When was the last time I got my period?
“Boys, I need to go to the bathroom. Be right back.” I grab my phone and rush to the bedroom. The screen lights up with another notification from theGazette, which I swipe away.
I wanted something to take my mind off Darlene. Well, I found it.
Frantic, I scroll through my digital calendar. I got my period after the truck sex. It was super light, but I didn’t note anything last month.
Hoping I’m misremembering, I riffle through the cabinet in the bathroom and grab my box of tampons, which is almost full.
I close my eyes.
I’m not misremembering anything. I definitely didn’t get it last month.
I speed-dial the only person I trust to help me figure this out. When Baylee answers, I blurt out, “I think I’m pregnant.”
“Whoa. Whoa. No. Really? Shut up.”
I start to hyperventilate. “I still haven’t spoken to Rhett about Darlene. I slept on the couch, and he was gone this morning. It’s Sunday. He usually doesn’t take off at the ass crack of dawn on Sundays, but he did today.”
“Motherfucker. I’m going to string that man up by his balls.”
“What do I do?” I try to suck in a deep breath.
“Look, let’s not rush things. You’ve been under a lot of stress. Let’s start with a pregnancy test. I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go grab one.”
“I have the boys with me.”
“They don’t need to know what you’re getting at the pharmacy.”
True. Okay.
I lean against the vanity. “I’m scared.”
“Everything’s gonna be fine. I promise. If you’re pregnant, it’s not the end of the world. Rhett would be lucky to have a kid with you.”
My heart sinks.
But I can’t bring myself to tell my best friend that my husband doesn’t want more children.
After I get off the phone, I splash my face with cold water and try to calm my ass down. I hear talking out in the living room and run out there hoping it’s Rhett, but it’s Beau talking to the boys.
“Paige. Hey.” He’s filthy. There’s thick mud on his boots, dirt on his jeans, and hay sticking out of his hair.
“Where’s your brother?”
