“You won’t abandon this child,” Soul says with finality.
“Of course, I won’t,” I confirm hotly. “You know me better than that.”
You’re right,” Soul says. “What’re ya gonna do?”
I thrust a hand through my hair. “I don’t know. I mean, I’ll step up, obviously. But I am not thrilled about the idea of being tied to Glitter for the rest of my life.”
“Another fifty bucks,” Grim signs.
“Fuck you,” I grumble, and he only grins. “Maybe I could pay her off. She gives me the baby and goes her own way.”
“A child needs a mother,” Frenzy says from the other end of the table.
“And I’ve got all of you and plenty of women here to step in and help.”
“Yes, you do,” Soul confirms. “But maybe you should give this some more thought before doing anything you’ll regret.”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
I sit and tip my head back. I’ll give it more thought alright. But there is no amount of pondering that’s going to make me okay with this.
I’m not ready. And I fuckinghateGlitter.
CHAPTER 17
IVORY
“Back again?”
Aubrey glares at me from behind her computer.
“Yes,” I reply, my tone clipped.
Dr. Wilde is one of the best obstetricians in the area. Yes, I messed up by screwing Spike, but it takes two to tango. He shouldn’t have stepped out on his old lady. I’m not going to quit getting the best care over a man. Aubrey and I only have to see each other here, so she’s just gonna have to learn to deal with it.
“Have a seat,” she says dismissively.
Paula calls me back fifteen minutes later. First stop, the dreaded scale. I step onto it and glare at the numbers as they go up.
Paula giggles when she notices my face. “Don’t worry, this is a perfectly healthy weight gain for someone who’s five months along.”
“You’re not the one who feels like they swallowed a basketball,” I mumble.
For the past few months, no one would’ve known I was pregnant. I wasn’t showing at all. It was great. But it didn’t last. A couple of weeks ago, Peanut decided to make their existence known, and my stomach shot out like a beach ball.
“You know the drill.” Paula hands me a plastic cup.
I do my business and meet her back in the hallway, where she leads me to the ultrasound tech. I decided I wanted to know the sex of the baby so I could prepare the nursery. Today, as long as Peanut cooperates, I’ll know if I’m having a little prince or princess.
The tech greets me with a smile. “Hi, Ivory. My name’s Gina. I’ll be doing your ultrasound today.”
“Hi,” I reply.
She pats the exam table. “Hop up and tuck your shirt under your bra.”
Luckily, the table isn’t too high off the ground because there will definitely not be any hopping. I pull my shirt under my bra and wait for Gina to get situated.
“The gel has been in the warmer,” she explains as she squirts it onto my protruding stomach. “Now, let’s see this baby.”
