me any more information and I’m not going to dig for it. I shrug, going back to picking at the bar. “I just never saw myself as a mother. I’m too selfish.”
He shakes his head but stares straight ahead. “I’m not buying it. I think you’re just scared.”
I snort. “Me? Scared of a baby? Please.” But my heart does thump a couple times extra hard at the idea of holding one of the little buggers. I’d probably drop it and break it. Nobody should ever let me hold a baby. And this is exactly why I should never be pregnant. I would be the one mother in the history of the world not capable of holding her own child.
“We need to find out if you are or not,” Lucky says out of the blue. “Because if you’re not, we could order some beers and really get this party started.”
I smile at that idea, liking it way more than orange juice. “Yeah. Let’s get this party started. That sounds good to me.” I could drown a few of my sorrows right now.
He spins around really fast on his stool and looks at me with his eyes wide open. “That’s it!”
I look at him with suspicion. “What’s it?”
“We need to get you a pregnancy test! We need to test your urine.”
I screw my brows up at him. “You can’t be serious.”
He hops off his stool and holds his hand out. “Of course I’m serious. Let’s go.”
I stare at him, not sure what I should do from here.
He wiggles his hand, urging me to take it. “Come on. I’m serious. Let’s go.”
I look over at Danny, who’s walking over holding two glasses filled with orange juice. “But our drinks . . .”
“Forget about ’em. We’ll come back.” He leans in and takes my hand, pulling me forcibly off the stool. “We’ll be back in a little bit,” he says to Danny. “Keep those on ice for us.”
Danny pours the two orange juices out into the sink, rolling his eyes at us as we go by.
“Sorry,” I say, forcing an expression of apology.
I’m not lying about being sorry. I would much rather be sitting at the bar drinking stupid orange juice than getting a pregnancy test. I don’t want to fight Lucky about this here and have everyone at the bar watching us, but I’m not going to go do this with him. This is crazy. I’ll break the news to him outside and he can just leave me here alone.
Lucky laces his fingers through mine, and I feel silly all of a sudden, like a schoolgirl, thrilled that her crush is acknowledging her feelings and returning them. I’m so absorbed in this ridiculous emotion that I don’t even notice we’re already at his car. He opens the door and gestures for me to go in, dropping my hand.
“Hurry,” he says, “I want to get this over with.”
I put my hand on top of the door and look at him over the window. “What’s the big hurry? It’s not going to change the result.”
His smile is lopsided this time, not as certain as it normally is. “The curiosity is killing me. I just need to know.”
I shake my head as I lower myself into the car. “Whatever.” It’s got to happen eventually, so I guess it might as well be now. But I’m no longer in the mood to chitchat or share details of my day. I buckle myself up and just stare out the front windshield.
The atmosphere in the car is tense once again as Lucky drives off. He probably doesn’t even notice it, as intent as he is on getting to the drugstore, but I do. My skin is crawling with it. Thankfully, it’s only two blocks to the nearest store, so we’re there before I know it. He throws the door open and exits the vehicle.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, his face in the half-open window. “You don’t have to do anything but pee.”
I sit there in the parking lot, my head swimming with thoughts, most of them of the panicky variety. I can’t believe we’re doing this. It’s like we’re boyfriend and girlfriend, and we’re all excited about something because we have this big future plan together. But that’s not my life, and that’s not Lucky’s life, either. We’re just friends. Teammates. People who grew up together. He’s not my boyfriend and I’m not his girlfriend. And if I am pregnant, it’s going to be a nightmare. So why