Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“All right, you two need to get ready so we can go. Times Square is going to be insane,” Fawn says.
I shove the rest of my bagel in my mouth, chew, and swallow. I drink the rest of my coffee, then head to my room and get ready to spend the day with my sisters.
Sliding into a booth at the back of Jack’s bar, across from my sisters, I smile at Libby and Fawn as they chat about all the things they bought. Pulling my eyes from them, I look around and realize I haven’t been to Jack’s in forever. The last time I was here was at Halloween with my sisters. Jack’s has always been my favorite bar. I love the TVs in every corner playing different sports games, the worn tables that have dings and dents in them, and the crowd of men and women who are all there to have a good time.
“It’s been a while, Mac,” says Lisa, one of the waitresses, as she comes over to our table to drop off the drinks that we ordered when we first walked in.
I turn to look up at her and notice then that she’s pregnant.
“Are you guys ready to order, or do you need a few minutes to look over the menu?”
“You’re having a baby!” I blurt out.
She laughs, resting both her hands on her very round stomach.
“I’m so happy for you!” I get up and give her a hug. She hugs me back before letting me go and shaking her head.
“Yeah, me and Vick are so excited. I didn’t know I was pregnant until two months ago. I thought I was just gaining weight.” She laughs again, and I laugh along with her.
“That’s great. Tell Vick I said congrats,” I mutter, feeling a weight settle down around me.
I don’t know what I would do if I found out I was pregnant right now. As good as things are between us, I don’t know how Wesley would feel.
“Anyway, enough about me. Are you girls ready to order?” she asks.
“I think we’re ready,” Fawn says.
Libby and I both nod. We always get the same thing when we come here. I will have to work out for a week after this, but it’s always worth it.
“Three cheeseburgers and fries, an order of cheese sticks, and an order of fried pickles.”
“Sure,” Lisa agrees.
My stomach twists.
“I’ll bring your food out as soon as it’s done.”
“Thanks!” we say in unison before she walks off.
“Why do you look so pale?” Libby asks as soon as Lisa is gone.
I don’t even know how to answer her. I don’t know if I should just tell them that I messed up and had unprotected sex.
“Earth to Mackenzie!” Libby snaps her fingers in front of my face, and I blink.
“Wesley and I have had a couple accidents,” I say.
My sisters share a look before they both frown at me.
“What does that mean?”
“We’ve had sex without protection.”
“Seriously?” Libby hisses, leaning across the table toward me. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I obviously wasn’t thinking. But in my defense, the second he touches me, all rational thought goes out the window and I lose my mind. I know that it’s stupid, but it’s the truth. I swear I can’t help myself around him.”
“If you end up pregnant—” Fawn says, but I cut her off.
“I know,” I whisper. “Believe me, I know. I’ve got a prescription for birth control, but I have to wait for my period to start this month to begin taking it.”
“Well, you know Mom would be thrilled,” Fawn laughs.
I cover my face and groan. Our mom would be thrilled if I got pregnant. She would think she hit the mother lode. With Fawn and me both in serious relationships and me pregnant, she’d probably faint from sheer happiness.
“What’s the chance of it happening? I mean, it has to be like one in a million, right?” I ask.
Fawn shrugs, but Libby seems to ponder the question before giving her answer.
“I don’t know. It’s probably a lot more likely than you think it is. But then again, who the hell knows? There are a million variables that go into getting pregnant. Some women have to use thermometers, calculators, and calendars in order to get knocked up. Let’s just hope you’re like one of those women and not as fertile as Mom.”
“Yeah, every time Mom said she wanted to have another baby, she got pregnant. So if you’re anything like her, you’re probably already carrying our niece or nephew,” Fawn says, looking at my stomach.
I cover it with a hand without thinking, then quickly drop it away.
“Shut up and don’t curse me! I don’t even know what I would do if I ended up pregnant. And Wesley . . .” I shake my head. “I can’t even imagine having to tell him that news. He would probably lock me in a room or roll me up in bubble wrap.”