“Fuck,” I growl. Tossing the cup to the side, I pull her out of the tub and into my arms, not caring about getting wet. “I got you, baby.”
I want to tell her everything is going to be fine, but I can’t. I don’t know how to handle any of this. And seeing how none of the others are here, I don’t think they’re handling it very well either.
She doesn’t burst into tears, only a few sniffles, as if she has nothing left to give. After a moment of holding her, I finishdrying her off with the towel, before getting her into the change of clothes, and taking her back to the bed.
I take one look at the bedding before shaking my head. “Sit here, baby.” I sit her over on the windowsill. “I’m gonna change the sheets, okay?”
She looks at me and shakes her head. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” I smile, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. I can tell she wants to argue with me, but she doesn’t. She doesn't seem to have the energy to do it.
Rylee takes a seat by the window, and I get to work cleaning up her room. After I’m done making the bed, I go into the bathroom and grab her hamper of dirty clothes.
“I’m gonna be right back. I'm just gonna go throw these into the wash, okay?”
“You don’t have to,” she says softly, biting her lower lip as she brings her knees up to wrap her arms around them.
“I want to,” I insist, trying my best to smile, but it’s hard when all I want to do is go find that asshole and kick his ass for hurting my girl. “I’ll be right back.”
Thankfully, no one in the basement is using the washer, so I start by shoving the dirty sheets into the machine, before grabbing her clothes from the basket.
When I pull more clothes out, something clatters to the ground.
Frowning, I bend down to pick it up. “What the fuck?” I whisper, my eyes widening when I see a plastic stick. A pregnancy test. Why would Rylee have one of these?
My heart beats dangerously slow as I turn the test over and see that it says positive. “Holy fucking shit,” I whisper, my heart picking up speed until it's at full force, thundering in my chest so hard it’s nearly painful.
Is this Rylee’s? Maybe it’s one of the other girls. They could have used her bathroom and tossed it in the laundry.
Rylee keeps her door locked for the most part, so the only girl who would have used it, other than her, would have been Serenity.
Yet, as I stare down at the test, I know in my heart that it’s not Serenity’s.
This would explain the way she's been feeling for the last few weeks. She thought it was the flu… we all did.
Could it have been morning sickness?
“Fuck,” I groan, closing my eyes as I try to settle my breathing.
For the life of me, I hope this pregnancy test is Serenity’s. Not because I don’t want Rylee to be pregnant. If she is, I’ll be thrilled. I’ll take care of her and the baby, even though there's a good chance the baby isn’t mine. It doesn’t matter to me though, because it will be hers, and I’ll love it just like it is my own flesh and blood.
No, I’m hoping it’s not because Rylee already has so much shit going on in her life. The last thing she needs is to be pregnant while one of the men she loves is having a baby with another woman.
“This is all so fucked,” I growl, shoving the test into my back pocket, so I can finish putting the clothes in the machine. After starting it, I head back upstairs to Rylee’s room.
I need to know if this test is hers, then we can go from there.
Finding her in the same place she was before, I grab her shoes and go over to her. “Let me put these on you,” I tell her, taking her foot gently in my hand, to slip on her shoes.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re going out for some fresh air.” I smile up at her.
“Trevor,” she whispers. “I don’t wanna go anywhere.”
“Come on. Please, for me.” I pout. “You’ve been stuck inside this house. You need some air.”
She looks like she wants to argue with me, but she doesn’t. She sighs and takes my outstretched hand when I get to my feet. “Okay.”
