Page 63 of Plus-Size Sold Mate
The mood change is unmistakable, forcing that familiar weight to settle in my chest again.
Even with Jonah’s defense and Luke’s assertion, some are still whispering. Still doubting me and my intentions.
Eve squeezes my arm gently before I can get too lost in thought, quietly reassuring me.
Luke glances at me, his expression a little more tense than it had been, then he looks at Isaac again. “If you hear anything else, tell me who said it and they’ll hear from me directly.”
While the doubt doesn’t leave me entirely, something in me warms at that…at knowing he won’t let it slide.
Soon enough, the conversation slips back into something lighter, and by the time the sun starts to sink lower, a strange feeling moves through me. It isn’t as sharp or draining like after the festival, but it’s just off somehow.
I’ve been chalking the subtle but persistent nausea up to my body being exhausted from the exertion, but it’s been several days now. I should be getting better, not feeling stagnant.
“You look pale,” Eve says gently, expression littered with concern now. “Feeling okay?”
I nod, but even the simple movement turns my stomach. “I’m fine.”
“You look a little too tough to be fine,” she murmurs, inspecting me closer than I’d currently like.
“I’ve just been tired.”
“How long?”
I pull in a breath and absently rub at my forearm. “A few days.”
She tilts her head slightly, like she might be onto something. “Have you been dizzy?”
Hesitating, I nod.
Eve’s brows go up then, and she shuffles a little closer, keeping her voice down now despite how Luke and Isaac had slipped inside not long ago to grab drinks. “When was your last period?”
The question hits me so hard that my mind goes blank, and I can only blink at her. “What?”
“Just humor me.”
I do the math in my head automatically, thinking back as well as I can. When I come up short, I do it again, then a third time, but slower.
My heart clenches as I look at Eve like the ground has been pulled out from under me. “That can’t be right.”
Caution, and something a little more intuitive, reflects in her eyes, and she softens her tone. “It’s possible. You should take a test.”
The suggestion almost burns me from the inside out, and while I want to think it’s impossible, I know it isn’t.
With the bond and all the nights we stopped pretending we didn’t want each other, we haven’t exactly been careful. We’ve been the opposite.
The thought alone feels far too heavy right now. Too irreversible and massive for everything going on.
“I don’t know if I can…”
I trail off, not knowing what words are even leaving me.
I could be pregnant.
The words sound so loud in my head as that tether in my chest pulls so tight it almost hurts, bright with immediate panic.
In seconds, the patio door slides open, and Luke is there, scanning both of us with surprise scattered across his features.
The bond link. Shit.
