I saw the news…about Gabe.
You know I will. You have the best taste. You picked me, didn’t you?She doesn’t laugh, which bugs me.
I pick the box up and give it a shake. It rattles.Okay, I’m guessing, watch. I go to lift the lid off and pause when she says my name. What?Look, if you don’t like what’s inside that box, it’s fine. I swear. I mean, I know we both said in the past that we wanted this at some point, but we never said when, and I don’t know when there’s ever a right time, but—
Stop talking, and let me open it.I pull the lid off and stare down at the white stick inside the box.
You’re pregnant? The words feel like they rush out of me. I lift my eyes to hers.
She bites her lip and nods. Seven weeks. I had it confirmed at the doctor’s a few days ago. I thought I’d wait to surprise you. I just hope it’s a good surprise. Her face is screwed up with nerves as she chews on her lip.I stab my finger toward the ground. This is the reason I don’t do relationships. This. Right here.
That’s not a nice thing to say. She scowls as I step onto the front porch. Did it ever occur to you not to react like I just rejected you? This isn’t about you, Zeke, it’s about me. We could have just stopped and cooled off for a minute.Her voice gets louder with each word that comes pouring, crystal clear, out of her mouth, hands balled up into little fists.
Her frustration wins out a breath later.I-It’s embarrassing enough t-telling you I have less experience. My track record is two guys! Two. And then you throw it back at me by being an insensitive jerk! Sex isn’t a big deal to you, but it’s a big deal to me—it’s for relationships. She’s stabbing herself in the chest with her thumb. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Zeke Daniels, but I’m not the kind of girl you just sleep with. I-I’m the kind you keep.