Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,88
be good.
“I know,” Melanie said, quietly.
“You know I’m here when you’re ready to talk, right?” she said, reminding Melanie that she was always going to be there for her even though it was a given.
Melanie looked up at her and blinked. “Is this our Hallmark moment?”
“It is,” Rebecca said, sighing heavily.
“Should we get a cup of tea, hold each other and cry with Michael Bolton playing in the background?”
“We should,” Rebecca said, solemnly.
Laughing, Melanie pushed away from the sink and pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you.”
“You should be,” she said, returning the hug. “Are you happy?”
“Terrified,” Melanie admitted with a nervous chuckle, “but yeah, I’m excited about this even though it doesn’t feel real yet.”
“Well, it’s not going to until you’re the size of a whale,” Rebecca pointed out, because she was just that helpful.
“Bitch,” Melanie said, laughing as she playfully pushed her away.
“Whore,” Rebecca said, sighing heavily as they returned their attention to the locked door.
“Takes one to know one,” Melanie said, grabbing her hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Will you go with me when I visit him in the insane asylum?” she asked.
“No,” Melanie said, shaking her head slowly as she released her hand so that she could push Rebecca towards the door.
“Bitch,” she said, sighing as she reluctantly unlocked the door, knowing that it was for the best if she explained everything to Lucifer before it was too late.
Opening the door, she took a deep breath and-
“Who’s the father?” Lucifer demanded, looking incredibly pissed.
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“I’m sorry. What’s this now?” Rebecca asked, shifting a nervous glance to her partner in crime.
Glaring at Melanie, he repeated himself, “Who’s the father?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Rebecca, always the faithful friend, asked as she came to Melanie’s defense.
He gestured to the walls and reminded them, “Paper thin walls.”
Rebecca shrugged as she pushed past him, or at least tried to, but he wasn’t quite done. “Congratulations,” he said to Melanie, but his eyes were locked on Rebecca.
“Um, thank you?” Melanie said, shifting nervously. “Is there any chance that I can leave?”
“Are you going to tell me who the father is so that I can beat the shit out of him?” he asked, never taking his eyes off Rebecca, who was now glaring at him.
“That’s sweet, but no. I can handle this one on my own,” Melanie said, sighing with relief when he nodded and moved aside so that she could leave. Once she was gone, he stepped inside the bathroom, giving Rebecca no other choice but to step back so that he could close the door behind him and lock it.
“Is there a reason that you’re keeping me hostage in my bathroom or is this part of your nervous breakdown?” she asked with a glare that most likely matched his own.
“It’s most likely part of my nervous breakdown,” he admitted, shifting his attention to the medicine cabinet.
“What exactly are you looking for?” she asked as he searched for the one thing that would return his sanity.
“I’ll let you know when I find it,” he said, shutting the medicine cabinet and shifted his attention to the drawers beneath the sink.
“If you’re looking for antipsychotic medication, you’re out of luck. I crushed the last pill up this morning and sprinkled it on my gluten free Cheerios,” she said, dryly while he struggled to keep it together.
“Smartass,” he said absently as he pushed aside a box of tampons and-
Sighed when he found what he was looking for. Grabbing the pink box, he shut the drawer and forced himself to breathe. Licking his lips, he turned around and held the box out to her.
“I’m going to need you to do this,” he said, holding the pregnancy test out to Rebecca, who cut him some slack and took the test from him without an argument.
“I’m not pregnant,” she said with a helpless shrug.
“Then you won’t mind taking this test,” he said, opening the bathroom door and stepping out into the hallway when all he wanted to do was stay with her, but he knew that she would just kick his ass if he tried that shit.
“I’m not pregnant!” she yelled through the door.
“Take the test, woman!” he yelled back, rubbing his hands down his face as he stood there, trying to figure out how he was going to handle this if that test came back positive.
“Fine!”
“She’s on the pill,” Melanie said as she walked past him, carrying a bag of candy bars with her.