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Chapter 3

Beth stared at me. Like staring at me would help ease the extreme panic or maybe . . . maybe Elizabeth Saltz was panicking too. In my personal opinion, she should have been panicking as well. Hell, I was pretty sure I was way past panic. I was in some sort of hysteria-induced solitude that only really messed up people went to.

Then she ran to the bathroom, zooming past me and I heard her socks skim the tile as she stopped at the sink. It should have really been impossible and it sort of felt like a nightmare and then, this was it, it was my good luck coming to an end and it had started the day I had met Ean Hunter and a reindeer.

Elizabeth tiptoed out and stopped beside me. “It’s positive.” Her voice was a soft whisper, she knew I was angry and likely almost in cardiac arrest.

“Great.” It was just what I needed, pregnant with a bushman’s baby.

“How did this happen, Amy? I didn’t actually think—”

I turned to her with tears. “You knew. You even said his name.”

“Yeah, but I just thought maybe you were super sick. No one ever gets pregnant when they’re saved by some guy in the middle of a snow storm.”

“So, what you’re saying is; I’m a slut?”

She shook her head. “Amy, I thought you were on birth control.”

“Yes!” I snapped, “I am! I’m on the most expensive birth control. I’m on a schedule, this type of thing should never happen! I’m suing that doctor.”

“So . . . so, you’re going to keep it?”

She’d lost her mind as well! My eyes flashed up to hers in disbelief. “No!”

She took in a sharp breath and swallowed my decision.

“It’s not like I planned this. So, no, I’m not keeping it.”

“Well,” Beth started, “It’s not quite as bad as a one night stand.”

“I haven’t spoke to him once. He’s made no attempt—” I stopped myself before my outpour of potential feelings bubbled. “I’m not irresponsible. He obviously is, but I will not be anywhere near that ride!” I clarified and grabbed my bowl of soup before marching to the couch. I ate a few bites and stared intently at the blank television screen.

Beth eventually followed me, sitting down beside me with soup and we both ate in awkward silence. She should have been understanding the need not to keep it. I wasn’t mother material and I defiantly was not single mother material, it was fair to say I just wasn’t any type of mother material.

“Amy, are you sure?”

I almost laughed. “Defiantly. I can hardly work. I need to work, Doug will fire me.”

“Doug won’t fire you.” Beth breathed.

“Oh, yes, he will.” I knew Doug so well, it often scared me.

“Amy,” She finished her soup and turned to me. “You spent three days with Ean . . . err. . . .”

My boiling over eyes must have got to her with the mention of his name again.

“—and he got you pregnant.”

“So?” I retorted. “Obviously, it’s to teach me a lesson. A big one, I might add! Do not sleep with bushmen!”

She sighed.

“Beth, if you’re now going to convince me I should keep it, you’ve really lost it!”

“I think should do what you want, Amy. Just, think about why this may have happened.”

I had stopped her before she did one of her Elizabeth Saltz rambles about everything happening for a reason.

“This isn’t a reason, Beth!” I argued, “There’s no reason for this other than to show me I shouldn’t be so careless and maybe, just maybe, I shouldn’t have gotten in my car to come drive up to some ski resort I didn’t even want to go to!”

She got up and walked to the kitchen and I was confused by why she was leaving, we were in the middle of a conversation, well kind of.

“Beth!” I followed her.

She turned to me once she put her bowl in the sink. “I think I’m just going to go home.”

I made a face. “Why?”

Elizabeth turned and walked towards the door.

“Beth, what the heck!” I followed.

She got her coat and started to put it on.

“Beth!”

She stopped, staring at me. “Amy, I invited you up there so you wouldn’t look like such a loner to most of our friends and then you crashed your car and some nice guy, saved you and put you up in his house. All the while, falling in love with you . . .”

I scoffed.

“Which, I’m pretty sure you did too and now, you’re blaming me, because you turned up pregnant. You shouldn’t be so selfish, Amy! There’s people that want to have babies that can’t!”

I stared flabbergasted as she ripped open the door. “Beth—”

She slammed the door in my face and stood motionless from confusion. It wasn’t my fault I was pregnant, it was that damn Doctor and Ean.

I rolled my eyes and snapped the lock on the door. “Whatever.”

I walked back to the kitchen and saw the soup she’d left and decided to eat the rest of it. Making a mental note to get in to see that faulty Doctor when I woke up. As for Elizabeth, her sensitive side would eventually get over it.

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I woke with my head in the toilet and wanting to never eat again.

It was then, after ten minutes of illness, I stood and started to get ready for work. I called the doctor in between finding clothing and then set out. Walking to work, hoping the fresh air might ease my unsettled stomach.

I hadn’t heard a word from Elizabeth and that, if I was honest, was sort of disturbing. I hadn’t thought I’d said anything wrong. Maybe she was pregnant too? I made a face at that thought. There was no way Elizabeth was pregnant. Steve was never home enough to even do late night check-in’s.

I walked into the building and waited for the elevator to work. The calming feeling as I sat at my desk was interrupted when Doug walked in, two freshly brewed coffees from the latte shop down the street in his lean hands.

“Morning, Amy. Two milk, one sugar.”

I sat back as he walked over with the drinks, that was slightly surprising to me. Usually, I was the one collecting our coffees with the help of the sectaries.

He leaned over, his silver tie hanging across my desk as he sat the cardboard branded cup in front of me and took a seat on the white couches. “So, feeling better?” He looked up to me with his ice blue eyes and chiseled jaw.

“I’ll get through it.” I told him, snapping the top of the cup and looking down into the hot drink. I hesitated at the thought of whether or not I should drink it.

“That’s good. I was worried my vice president had lost her game.” He rubbed his dark, gelled hair while wearing his normal devilish smirk.

I arched an eyebrow. “It’s going to take more than the flu for me to lose my game, Doug.”

“Well, you know,” he chirped, “This company needs you. I need you.”

I nodded. “Don’t worry.”

“Alright, so. .” He started in with morning briefs, gossip about our competitors and a list of things I had to take-down. After the hour-long meeting, he still sat on the couch, looking over his blackberry. Generally, he left down the hall to his office, where he’d just conference call me all day.

“So,” I said, “Anything else?” I had cracked and sipped my coffee cup dry.

“Nope.” He stood. “Oh, actually!”

I looked up to him from my computer screen. “Yeah?”

“There’s a dinner meeting. This Friday. I’d really like you to come.”

“Sure, who’s coming?”

“Jay-jay.”

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “We’ve already dealt with him, Doug. I’m really not interested in any of their services.”

“He wants us to hear him out. One more time.”

“And you said we would?” It didn’t seem like Doug, he didn’t give out second chances.

My boss shrugged a shoulder.

“I’ll take care of him Friday but seriously, what would you do without me?”

He smiled. “See you in a bit, Black.”

“Yeah.” I said in a soft voice as he walked out of my office, leaving me in peace and really wanting a donut. Elizabeth’s emotional meltdown now being shoved way in the back of my mind as I took in my workload for the rest of the week.

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