Seven Tattoo Artists and a Single Mom (Love by Numbers 2 #6) Read Online Nicole Casey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Love by Numbers 2 Series by Nicole Casey
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
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Michael had to barge back into my life and ruin everything, and he wouldn’t stop until I had nothing left. Nothing.

I hadn’t told Leah or my mom the truth yet because I didn’t want them to worry or be dragged into my mess. I already almost ruined the guys’ lives by bringing them into my chaotic life, and I didn’t want to risk putting anyone else in Michael’s sights. There was no telling what he was doing right now, but I was sure that he was still looking for me and Chloe.

He wouldn’t ever stop.

A sudden wave of nausea hit me, making me stumble out of bed as quietly as I could to not wake Chloe. I hurried through Aisling’s apartment to the small guest bathroom and closed the door behind me with one hand, my other hand clamping over my mouth as the nausea rose up the back of my throat.

I barely dropped down to my knees in front of the toilet in time before everything I ate yesterday came rushing up.

I shuddered afterward as a weak feeling settled over my body, making me slump forward slightly. My stomach churned in an uncomfortable manner as I sat there for a moment, waiting to see if I was going to be sick again. The last thing I needed was to deal with a stomach bug or food poisoning.

After making sure I wasn’t going to be sick again, I slowly rose to my feet, feeling a bit dizzy as I walked over to the sink to wash my mouth out. I felt so exhausted and sick to my stomach lately. If I wasn’t so stressed about everything, I would’ve chalked all of that up to me being on my period.

My eyes shot wide open as I remembered my period. When was the last time I had it? I gripped the bathroom counter as I stared down into the sink as the water drained, straining my mind to figure out what week I had my last period. According to my usual cycle, I should’ve had it last week, but I was already at the end of this week with no sign of it.

“No…” I murmured as I placed my hand over my mouth.

A rush of panic surged through me as I stepped away from the sink.

I couldn’t be pregnant!

But I remembered all of those times I slept with the guys. The rush. The heat. The lack of protection from being in the moment.

There was very likely a chance that I was pregnant.

More nausea hit me, but I swallowed hard and headed out of the guest bathroom, down the hallway, and into the main bathroom of Aisling’s small but aesthetically decorated apartment that she put so much work into. I shut the door and pulled open the gray wooden cabinets until I found a few pregnancy tests that she stashed in a small wicker basket. She was the paranoid type who checked every month, but she was certainly smart about that.

As I used one of the tests, my mind spun in circles as I wondered what in the world I was going to do if I was pregnant. It was definitely one of them. It didn’t matter which one to me, but something told me that I had to tell Marlo first. He was the one who guided the group, so he would know what to do. He would know how to break the news.

But that meant reaching back out to them after ignoring them for the past few days. What if they were upset and didn’t want anything to do with me? I couldn’t even blame them if they were bitter with me.

The best case scenario would be that they were happy, and if I was honest, the thought of having a baby with them made my heart flutter. They were already so wonderful with Chloe that I knew they would be wonderful dads. We would be the big, happy family that I always wanted to have, but that reality wasn’t guaranteed, especially given the circumstances.

I didn’t know what to do!

I couldn’t stand still, resorting to pacing back and forth across the bathroom and continually checking the test. My entire future could be changed in an instant depending on what that test said, and I could either end up happier than ever or more broken than I was even before I met the guys. Everything would change.

After one more nervous lap around the bathroom, I finally had the answer to my initial question in just a few minutes when I saw two blue lines on the pregnancy test.

I was pregnant, and I might become a single mother of two.

Worried tears filled my eyes and spilled down my red cheeks as I sniffled, my back leaning against the edge of the bathroom counter. I stared down at the test for what felt like an eternity, feeling frozen on the spot. I must’ve been in there for a while because a knock on the bathroom door drew me out of my thoughts.


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