Holy shit, I was carrying Gavin’s child. I felt the bag slip from my hands and fall to the floor, and I watched it crumple in silence. The entire world stilled around me as my mind flooded with so many things. I had been so broken-hearted and so preoccupied with shit going on between myself and Gavin that I hadn’t even stopped to consider the fact that I hadn’t had my damn period yet.
“Oh my God, I’m pregnant,” I whispered.
I felt Dr. Lucy’s hands on my knees. “Look up at me and breathe. You have to breathe, Eva.”
I shook my head. “I can’t be pregnant. Not with him. H-H-He’s about to—to go and—”
“Eva, listen to me. Can you hear me?”
“I can’t do this. I can’t be pregnant. I can’t be a single mother. I can’t—I have to get out of here.”
I jumped to my feet, but my knees gave way. I felt my doctor catch me before she started yelling for help, but I scrambled to try to escape. I had to get out of there. I felt the walls closing in on me. My vision started tunneling as another pair of arms wrap around my waist, and tears streaked my cheeks.
“I need to get out of here!” I exclaimed.
And the next thing I knew, the entire world became nothing but darkness.
21
Gavin
The doorbell rang, and I rushed to open it. And when I saw Jorge standing on the other side, I embraced him in a massive hug.
“You sounded pretty rough on the phone. You good?” he asked.
I squeezed him one last time before letting him go. “I’ve got beers out for us. I really need to talk with someone.”
He nodded. “Where’s Asia?”
I pointed. “Upstairs, playing. She’s waiting for Eva to get back from a doctor’s appointment.”
Jorge crooked an eyebrow. “Everything okay with her?”
I raked my hand through my hair. “Honestly? I’ve got no fucking clue. That’s why I need to talk.”
He closed the door behind him. “Lead the way, then.”
We walked into my kitchen and snatched up our beers before going to sit on the couch. I heard Asia pitter-pattering above our heads, and it made me smile, but dammit, I figured Eva would’ve been back from her doctor’s appointment by now. She told me she was just going to get a check-up, and that was two hours ago.
Then again, I gave her the day off to get moved in and everything. So, for all I knew, she was running errands.
“All right, lover-boy. Spit it out. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Jorge asked.
I cracked open my beer and chugged it back, swallowing the damned thing whole. I set the empty can on the coffee table in front of us before I leaned back into the couch cushions, and I felt Jorge staring at me with wide eyes.
“Well, guess I gotta catch up,” he said.
Then, he downed his entire beer before getting up to get us more. And I didn’t start talking until I had another open can in my hand.
“I have a flight I have to take in a few days to Hollywood,” I said.
“For a job?” Jorge asked.
I nodded slowly. “Yep. They’ve got a movie that’ll be filmed in their studios there, but the interview and setup alone will take me away for two weeks.”
“Oh, shit. That means it’s a very serious role they’re considering you for.”
I licked my lips. “Yep. And then the project itself will take me away for… months. You know how those jobs are.”
