Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“May, hey, girl.” Turning, I wave to June. She has her tray of food and sits next to me. “I feel I haven’t seen you in ages. What’s been going on?” She is the only person aside from my sisters that I remotely confide in, and even she doesn’t know about the baby. “I’ve been seeing you come in and out of the configuration room lately on my way to my team's offices.”
“Yeah they have me on a new project.”
“That is awesome. Congrats!”
“Thanks.”
“And at home?” My entire face turns beet red, and I look down for a moment before looking at her.
“Well, Logan and I are…giving it a shot.” is all I am willing to say.
“It’s about damn time.” She whoops, throwing her hands up in the air. Scrunching my nose up, I can’t help but feel like I have missed something. She looks at me with amusement. “Girl, you can tell me you didn’t know that man looks at you like the first coming. No matter who else is in the room or what is being discussed, his eyes are always on you, waiting for yours to be on him.
My mouth opens and closes with a rebuttal, but I don't have one. It is obvious that I have been missing some vital clues, and I can only blame that on being afraid to be rejected. “I don’t have a comeback for that,” I tell her, clearing my voice.
“Well, talk to me about the donor search.” Now, this I can talk about.
“Well, I think we are all ready to admit that the president is a very viable option.” Her mouth drops open before she closes it and leans her head closer to me.
“As in the Mr. President we work for?” I cover the giggle with my hand. Her eyes are as wide as plates.
“Yes. He was one of the options on the list. We have all been brushing it off, but…”
“You two favor each other. Especially that..”
“Butt chin.” I finish her sentence, and her mouth forms an o. Smiling, I nod my head.
“I take it you have heard this already?” Nodding, I tell her what happened the other day, and she damn near falls out of the chair laughing. “Oh my God. I wish I was there for that.”
“Yeah, it was…interesting.” Then I sober up.
“My sisters are coming down here because now that we have all acknowledged this is a possibility, they are all chomping at the bit, but how the hell do we go about getting the DNA?” She looks at me like I swallowed the cuckoo stick.
“Seriously May?”
“What?”
“You’re his intern. His coffee cup.” Well, shit. Why didn’t I think of that?
CHAPTER
TEN
LOGAN
My graduation was this afternoon, and it’s official. I’m a graduate of Georgetown University. May and I went out to dinner alone, but now we’re about to host a party. Her sisters are getting ready in her room. I am about to let may know that I’m about to run down to the corner store for more ice. The door is closed over but not shut. I’m just about to knock, but one of her sisters starts laughing loudly, giving me pause. I pull my phone out of my pocket, thinking that I’ll just text her when their conversation captures my attention.
“May! Look at your sweet little baby bump!” What the fuck? Baby bump? I try to process those words but fail. Baby bump…
“Shut up, February!” May whisper-yells.
“You still haven’t told Logan,” another one asks. “May! That’s going to bite you in the ass.” Damn, right it is.
“No. Now shut up. I don’t want him to find out that I’m pregnant like this. It’ll kill him. But the bump is cute, isn’t it?” I can imagine it. I knew something was up in the back of my mind. Her boobs are bigger. Her belly was a little rounder. I would never say either of those things to her out of context, so I didn’t bring them up. She hasn’t needed tampons. I knew, but she never said anything, so I didn’t think about it too much.
PREGNANT! My May is pregnant, and she hasn’t fucking told me? I… can’t breathe. I’m going to be a father, and she hasn’t said a fucking word.
I stumble back from her bedroom door—the one she hasn't used in days—into mine. I shut the door behind me and sat on the edge of my bed.
I take a deep breath and try not to think about the fact that my mother died giving birth to me. Sure, she had no business being pregnant, given her myriad of health problems, but she was. She died twenty-six minutes after I was born. I have no idea who my father was. I don’t think my mom knew either. My grandparents raised me until they died. I went into foster care when I was nine. At thirteen, May came into my world, and I knew right then and there that things happen for a reason. So why hasn’t she told me she’s carrying our child? Because, of course, it’s our child. It never crossed my mind that it’s not my baby. I was her first, her only, her last.