Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

LULU

Four months later

I haven’t been able to watch the video from that night. I’ve been thinking about it often recently.

Three.

That’s the number of times Brice woke me up throughout the night. He fucked me on the bed and against the wall and made love to me in the shower before I finally found any sleep.

He dozed on my leg for a few minutes as I played with his hair.

This was a very unexpected turn of events from how we met. I lay in bed awake, battling my heart not to get attached, so when I woke up and he was gone, I really wasn’t surprised.

But man, did it hurt.

I went about my business that morning and then signed in to the streaming services to make some live content that night. I noticed a new subscriber named BikerWatchingU and grinned.

I had no way of knowing whether it was him, but I hoped it was.

For the next few weeks, every time I signed on, he was there and bought a private video so I wouldn’t livestream anything. He barely said anything in the chat box, just a few requests now and then.

Except for the few days I was sick with the flu.

I hadn’t been on for about a week, and when I finally felt better, I found a ton of messages asking where I’d gone and if I was okay.

That was three months ago.

Now I’m sitting in my doctor’s office, feeling off again. I’ve been exhausted and sick to my stomach. My periods have been weird, too, and I need to make sure he didn’t lie to me.

I tap my fingers on my thigh and flip my cell phone in my other hand like a fidget spinner.

“Ms. Fox, it’s lovely to see you,” my doctor says, walking in her cheerful pink scrubs and smiling.

“Hi,” I say nervously as she sits behind her desk and flips open my chart.

“All right, I see we ran a few tests.” Her head nods as she speaks and reads. “Are you feeling any better?” She looks up hopefully, and I nod.

“It comes and goes.”

She just smiles at me.

“Doc, what’s wrong with me? Is it cancer?”

She chuckles and closes my file. “Nothing so serious, but it is lifelong.”

My brain short-circuits. “That motherfucker. He gave me herpes! I’m going to kill him.” I grab my purse and stand.

“Lulu, you’re pregnant.”

I stop with my hand on the door handle. “What?” I spin slowly, and she points back to the chair I just vacated.

Yes, sitting is a good idea since the room has started to spin.

“When was your last period?” I shake my head.

“Last week, but it was super light and only a day or two. I’m pregnant?” I ask again.

“Why don’t you get changed into this gown? I’ll go grab the ultrasound machine. We’ll take a look and then discuss options.” I nod because I’m afraid I may puke if I open my mouth.

Pregnant?

It can’t be. I take my pill religiously. There has got to be a mistake.

About fifteen minutes later, I’m staring at a black-and-white blob on a screen while my doctor explains what I’m looking at.

“Right here is the head, the body, and the start of little legs. Right there is its heart.” She flips and twists nobs, and then the room fills with a rapid whooshing sound.

“Oh fuck, I’m pregnant.” My hand covers my mouth as if the baby can hear me cursing, and I’m already the world’s worst mother.

I don’t even know if it has ears!

I start to cry, and the doctor cleans off my stomach and helps me sit up.

“I take it this was unplanned?”

I nod as I snot all over myself.

“You have options. You’re about fourteen weeks along. Luckily, termination is available until week twelve. There’s adoption as well.”

I raise my hand. “No.”

She smiles and nods. “So, are we happy?”

I chew my lip. “I’m surprised, for sure.”

She steps out so I can get dressed, and five minutes later, she’s handing me pictures, a due date, and a prescription for prenatal vitamins.

“Go home, talk it over with the father, and if you change your mind, let me know.”

I nod because I have nothing else to say.

Talk it over with the father?

It’s easier said than done. He was a one-night stand. This was not supposed to happen. I may not know Brice well, but one thing I’m certain about is that if he ever finds out I’m pregnant, he’ll assume I’m lying.

According to my doctor, the antibiotics I took when I was sick messed with my birth control, but what guy wants to hear that?

No, it’s just me and my little blip.

We can do this alone.