Page 87 of Finding Peace
What the hell was that?
I stand carefully
The room spins, but I steady myself once I make it to the counter.
I wash my hands before rinsing out my mouth as best as I can. Then, I wet a piece of paper towel and press it to the back of my neck, hoping to ease whatever just came over me.
Looking up, I stare at myself in the mirror.
Cheeks flushed. Eyes water. Lipstick slightly smudged.
My eyes roam over my body to make sure there’s no lingering vomit on my dress, but my gaze stops when it gets to my abdomen.
My entire body freezes.
My shot.
I was supposed to get it back in December.
But with the chaos of moving. The stress. The nights with Lincoln, Jasper, Beau, and Lawson. The kidnapping. My sister. I just… I—Iforgot.
My heart begins to pound.
No.
It could be the champagne, the nerves, or all the food.
But as I stand there, staring at myself beneath the bright vanity lights, pieces begin to click into place with terrifying precision.
Constantly feeling tired lately.
The sudden aversions, like my coffee tasting weird.
My feeling sick this week.
And now I’m throwing up after a bite of my favorite dessert.
My hand presses flat against my stomach.
Holy shit. Am I…pregnant?
The thought lands heavy.
A—a baby.
Theirbaby.
My breath catches, and a thousand images flash through my brain in rapid succession.
Lincoln holding something impossibly small with reverent hands.
Lawson teaching a little one to ride before they can properly walk.
Beau’s smile directed at a tiny human who looks back at him with wide, curious eyes.
Jasper softening in ways he never thought possible.
Tears sting unexpectedly.
