The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders #4) - L A Cotton Page 0,71
Hailee, you know that, right?”
“Thank you.” Emotion clogged my throat.
“I’ll call you soon to check in.”
“Okay, bye, Jas—” My stomach churned violently. “I need to go.” I dropped the phone and raced through the apartment, crashing through the bathroom door just in time for my lunch to make a reappearance.
So much for a twenty-four-hour stomach flu.
Hailee
Cameron didn’t return to school. He quit the team and deferred his classes. Jason had driven up last weekend to collect some of his things and take them back to Rixon.
That had been hard.
But it was for the best.
Doctors couldn’t give the Chase family a clear prognosis. But they had told them to treasure every moment which didn’t sound good.
We’d talked a couple of times, but we didn’t talk about us. Instead, I told Cameron all about my latest art project and he told me about his quest to make sure Xander knew how loved he was.
It was hard to stay mad at a guy who cared so much.
Devyn checked on me a lot, as did some of the other football girlfriends. But mostly, I preferred my own company. Besides, I’d been unable to shake whatever virus I’d picked up. I wasn’t ill all the time, but I still didn’t feel right. So much so, Mom had begged me to get some blood work done.
I was heading to get my results from the doctor’s office before flying to Philadelphia to meet Felicity and Mya for some girls’ time. The guys were in Rixon with Cam and Xander for the weekend, so Mya had invited us to hang out.
“Miss Raine?” The secretary said, and I nodded. “You can go straight in.” She smiled.
“Thank you.”
I made my way down the hall and knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
“Hello.”
“Hailee, take a seat.” Dr. Jennifer said. “How are you feeling today?”
“Okay. I’m still a little lethargic though. And I had another bout of nausea the other day.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Excuse me?”
“We ran a full blood work up. Everything came back fine.”
My brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. I thought you just said—”
“You’re pregnant, Hailee.”
“P- pregnant?” It whooshed from my lips. “But I can’t be.”
“I have the results right here. Your levels put you at around nine weeks.”
“But I didn’t miss my period.”
“It’s rare but it happens. Do you experience light periods?”
“Usually, yes.”
She made some notes. “Is it possible you missed your birth control?”
“No, I take it religiously.”
“Again, it happens. Obviously, you don’t need to take that anymore.”
“You’re sure I’m pregnant?”
“Hailee, I know this is a shock...” She wasn’t wrong about that. Pregnancy was the last thing I’d expected to hear her say. It was so far down the list, I hadn’t even contemplated it.
“Is the father on the scene?”
“It’s complicated.” My hands trembled as I tried to process what she was saying. “I’m sorry, when would I have conceived?”
“If the dates are correct, and sometimes they’re a little out, it would put it at about seven weeks ago.”
My hand instinctively went to my stomach. “I’m really pregnant?” Tears burned the backs of my eyes, but I didn’t know if they were tears of joy or despair.
“You are. I suggest buying yourself a couple of home test kits. It might provide the visual proof you need.” Her smile was reassuring but it did little to ease the storm raging inside me.
“Here.” She pulled out a leaflet and pushed it across the desk. “This explains what happens next. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to call the office.”
“I’m flying.”
“Excuse me?”
“Today. I’m flying to Philadelphia to meet some girlfriends.”
“You should be fine, but if you’ve been feeling nauseous then the altitude might not help. And no alcohol.”
“Of course.”
“I’m going to write you a script for some pre-natal vitamins, check your blood pressure, and then you can be on your way. Any questions?”
“I.... uh. No, I think that’s everything.”
It wasn’t.
But I didn’t know where the hell to start.
Dr. Jennifer took my blood pressure, handed me the script, and wished me well. I walked out of there in a complete trance, unable to think of anything else...
I was pregnant.
I barely remembered the flight to Philadelphia. I hadn’t gotten sick, I’d just been stuck in a paralyzing state of disbelief. It wasn’t until Felicity was pulling me into her arms in the arrivals lounge that I finally snapped out of it.
“Hailee, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out, a stream of big, ugly sobs following.
“Okay.” Her eyes went wide as she dug out her cell. “Mya,” she said. “Change of plan. We need