Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Seriously?” I asked. “That’s your advice?”
“Yes! There could be something wrong with you. But if you have no symptoms, except a history of anorexia and a friend with the condition, I think that you’re scaring yourself with worst-case scenarios. Most people who heal from anorexia go on to have a perfectly healthy body with therapy and can conceive. I think you should give your body a chance before you tell it that it’s broken.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “Go home and fuck Camden. Let’s do interventions when the need arises.”
“I think he’s probably going to be confused if I show up at his place and demand he fuck me.”
Whitley laughed. “What person in their right mind would be confused by that? I sure as hell wouldn’t.”
“You’re a good friend.”
“Damn straight.” She walked back over to the counter and pulled out a prescription pad. “Here, let me write you a note.”
She scribbled on it and handed it over to me.
I read the prescription, Have lots of sex. Doctor’s orders.
I shook my head. “Am I supposed to give this to him?”
“If he’s confused, you can set him straight.”
I’d come in, terrified to admit these things, and I was leaving with a prescription to have sex. Either Whitley was the craziest doctor in the world or the best one.
“You really think nothing is wrong?”
“I think everything that is currently wrong… is in your head, which is a terrifying place to be on a good day.”
“Can’t argue that.”
Whitley crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter. “If something else is wrong, we can cross that bridge when we get there. I’ll be here for it, too. Okay?”
“Thank you.”
“Of course. If you ever need doctor’s advice though,” Whitley said, “you can just call. You don’t have to make an appointment.”
I laughed and stood from the chair, stuffing the note in my purse. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Hey, and if you want to fill me in on how it goes, I’m an excellent listener. I love sex details.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath. “I love you, you crazy bitch.”
“Love you, too. Now, go get some ass!”
I snorted and left the office, somehow feeling better even though we hadn’t done anything that I’d expected. But Whitley had put it all in perspective. She had figured out a way to talk to me that the plethora of information on the internet hadn’t been able to convey.
Maybe there was something wrong with me, but I wouldn’t know that until I tried. And if I was freaking out this much about not being able to have kids, did that mean I wanted kids? Did that mean I wanted them now?
Fuck, I really did need to talk to Camden. He’d been calling me all week, and I’d never answered. Which meant he wanted to talk to me, too. I knew he wouldn’t apologize for how he’d acted in Puerto Rico, but maybe we could come to some common ground.
It’d be good to get it all out in the open instead of constantly hurting each other. Either way, he had a right to know what was going on with me. Even if I didn’t want to tell him. And I really, really didn’t want to tell him.
Still, I swallowed my pride and took the Mercedes back to Percy Tower. He should be home by now.
The car dropped me off, and I took the elevator upstairs. I couldn’t stop fidgeting the whole way up. My stomach felt like it had bees buzzing around in it. I had no idea how he was going to react to this news especially because I had kept the hospitalization from him in the first place. He’d likely be pissed, but I was tired of running from my past. I had decided on Camden for the long haul. Maybe it was time to cash in on that promise.
The elevator dinged open on the top floor, and I stepped into the Percy residence. I only took a few steps before stopping in my tracks. Camden stood in the living room with his hands in his pockets. A woman stood across from him.
My stomach dropped straight through my body. Fiona was here. Camden’s eyes lifted to mine, and for a second, I saw horror cross his expression. Then Fiona turned around to face me, and I saw why.
She was pregnant.
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Well, fuck.
Of all the bad times for Katherine to walk into my house. Now had to be the fucking worst time for her to choose. I could see on her beautiful face the realization that she must have come to when she saw Fiona’s slightly rounded stomach. It was going to be like dropping an atomic bomb in my living room.
“What the fuck is going on?” Katherine demanded. She clutched her bag close to her chest, as if it would protect her from what she was seeing. Or maybe she just wanted better leverage to swing it.