Chapter 46: Chapter 46

Like other sexually active women, especially one who has sex with a guy she plans to leave in four days, this is definitely the one thing she wants to avoid the most.

Not that there's no solution to it, but I prefer prevention than being struck with it that I have to choose the immoral solution. My parents would disown me if they know I choose the latter one.

"Girls," I call them when they are still discussing about delaying their period just for our vacation, wanting to enjoy the whole thing without worrying if we forgot to change our tampon whatnot.

"Yeah, Darling?"

"I think I'm pregnant." I whisper to my phone which makes Cleo jumps from her seat as Kimmy stops painting her toe nail, already looking at the camera.

"You what?!"

"Is it Owen's?"

I feel like rolling my eyes hearing Cleo's stupid question but Kimmy already did that for me, "Of course it's his! Who else?!"

"But how?"

"Why did you say that?"

"Did you take a test?"

"Why didn't you tell us earlier?"

"When did you know?"

"So our vacation is a no-go?"

My head spins with the questions being thrown one after another so I close my eyes tight.

"But we just had our period three weeks ago. How would you know? Isn't it too early?" Kimmy asks with a gentler voice, perhaps noticing the stress I'm showing with my facial expression.

"Elle, are you okay? Do you want us to come?" I can hear the concern in Cleo's voice.

I shake my head as I open my eyes, biting my lips, "I... I haven't taken my pills since the last period."

"What? Why?" Yeah, why? Why, Estelle? You've done this since you were 14, so why?

I've had bad menstrual cramp since I got my first period so my doctor has been prescribing me with birth control pills, to lessen the pain. This would be the first time my body is free from drugs.

"I... I guess I just... forgot."

"You guess you just forgot?" I know how ridiculous it sounds, especially when they echo what I just said.

"You know how overwhelming it is with finals, and I've been moving back and forth from here to my place so I... I just forgot."

"So you're pregnant now?"

"She could be pregnant. It's not confirmed yet until she takes a test," Kimmy corrects Cleo but I don't feel relieved at all with the possibility that I might be carrying my sugar daddy's baby.

No, boyfriend. He's my boyfriend now, not my sugar daddy.

"We're coming now." The camera moves signalling Cleo is walking around the house, most probably looking for her car key to get here.

"Kimberly, I'll pick you up then we'll go to the chemist. Stay put, Estelle. We'll be there in 30 minutes."

And just like that the line goes dead.

***

"The sex better be worth it for this pregnancy scare!" Kimmy threatens the moment they arrive 20 minutes later. I playfully stuck my tongue out at her as I take the paper bag she shoves towards me. Oh believe me, they are super worth it.

"Did you guys fly or what?" It amazes me since Cleo lives 10 minutes away from Kimmy that means they are left with only 10 to be here and get the pregnancy test at the pharmacy, "I knew you guys are witches."

"Well you better take that test now before I use my power to triple the baby inside your tummy just so we can have one each."

I laugh then scurry to the bathroom with the two of them hanging out at the kitchen, "We'll be there after we steal Owen's best scotch. We deserve it to cope with this pregnancy scare."

That's the last I heard before I close the door and pee on the stick.

I'd be lying to say I'm not nervous. But my best friends always managed to make me laugh even at my worst time. Why do you think I stick with them for this long?

20 minutes was enough for me to freak out for the first half then calm down for the other half.

I freaked out because a baby would ruin my perfect plan. I'm supposed to go to Scotland, work my ass off to get five figure salary, find a man, then marry and have children.

But things are apparently going to go backward. A baby, a man, then that five figure salary.

That's when I realise I'm not that freaked out. My heart beats fast but not as rapid as it's supposed to be, if I were to compare the moments when I really, really freaked out.

It's like I'm okay with this change. That I don't mind having this baby in my life. I don't mind having Owen in my life.

I even take a minute to reflect what I've seen with my sisters. They married young, but managed to raise their kids just fine while building a career. Maybe I can do that too.

In my case, I have the millionaire Owen by my side. So I can work without worrying about my baby. Hire a reliable nanny, while being showered with love by the man who loves me and wants to be with me forever.

Forever. Owen is perhaps my definition of forever.

He's rich, he's handsome, he's nice, he's everything I want in a man except he comes in a form of sugar daddy. But why should I care because nobody knows about this. I love him, he loves me, and we're perfect for each other.

I can't believe it takes a pregnancy to make me realise how good I have things going on in my life right now.

"Elle, are you done? We're waiting out here." Cleo asks, accompanied with a few knocks on the door.

I turn my eyes to the stick on the counter, then to my phone. It's only been one minute.

"Yeah." I answer her while opening the door, "Another 2 minutes to go."

Both of them are sipping on Owen's scotch; one is sitting on the bed while another on the couch.

"Have you told him?"

I shake my head slowly. I don't plan to tell him anything until I'm sure of it. I don't wanna give any hope to the man. Though I'm pretty sure it will be a positive from the amount of unprotected sex we had.

"Negative!" Kimmy shouts from the bathroom as Cleo and I run to her.

"I ain't touching the stick but look, not pregnant." She keeps on showing her index finger towards the words portrayed on the digital stick as my heart sinks.

"But," Cleo raises her own index finger, "It's only been three weeks. Don't you have to test till you miss the period? Technically, that's in two weeks."

And just like that my heart blooms again.