One Moment Please (Wait With Me #3)(38)

“Right.” I reply enthusiastically

A groan is all we get from Dean.

“God, this shit is better than fiction!” she squeals excitedly and then opens the bedroom door. “Now, let’s go get drunk!”

She drags me down the hall.

Dean mouths, “Chicken.”

And he’s right. I am such a mother-clucker. Kate’s bedroom was the perfect place to tell her I’m pregnant with Dr. Dick’s baby whom she met in the ER that night. But, fuck it, I’ll tell her later. After she’s had a few drinks.

The party is loud and a little crazy, so I manage to fake drink my way through it okay, but there’s no doubt Kate notices that I’m not as drunk as she is—which is unusual for me. A typical Lynsey party night involves tropical cocktails with umbrellas and red-stained lips from the juice I mix with copious amounts of alcohol.

Kate’s blue eyes pierce me from across the room, and before I can find a drink to fake sip, she pulls me up onto the coffee table in the living room, which has now been turned into a makeshift dance floor.

“What’s wrong with you?” Kate yells over the music, tipping her red Solo cup of beer to her lips while swaying her hips. “Why don’t you have a drink in your hand?”

I wiggle my hips and hold my hands up. “I was drinking them way too fast.”

“Do you have a job interview tomorrow?” she asks, eyeing me like she’s trying to count the pores on my face.

“No.” I do a small twirl on the table to give the illusion that I’m having fun.

She pokes me in the tit when I turn to face her.

“Ow!” I exclaim, holding my breast.

“What is it? I know something’s up.”

I stop dancing and so does she.

Her face grows serious, and mine mirrors it.

“I have to tell you something.”

“If you tell me you’re moving to Denver, I’m going to blow a gasket.”

“I’m not moving to Denver.”

“Then what?”

I take a deep breath in. This is it. Just jump in like a cannon ball and tell her. “I’m pregnant.”

“Very funny!” Kate bursts out laughing, throwing her arm around me and shimmying her hips to the music. She points around the room. “And who, pray tell, is your baby daddy?”

She gasps. “Is it Dean? Is this the second-chance romance you never knew you wanted?”

Suddenly, Kate’s eyes go wide, and her mouth opens. She nearly drops her drink, but I manage to catch it just in time. I clutch her red Solo cup to my chest and turn to see what has her so shocked. I nearly pee myself when Josh makes his way through the crowded party.

“Dr. Dick is at my party,” Kate says, squeezing my arm so tight I wince. “Dr. Dick is at my party!”

“Why are you freaking out?” I ask, extracting my hand from her death grip. “It’s not like it’s Sam Heughan.”

Kate turns her wide and wild eyes back to me. “You don’t understand, Lynsey. I had this dream about Dr. Dick after that night I met him in the ER with you. It wasn’t like a sex dream…well, not really. It was a book dream. Like I dreamed up a whole plot for a hot, dirty doctor whose heart is broken from some tragic pain. And don’t tell Miles, but this man walking toward us has been my muse.”

She turns to look at Josh, but I take her arm and spin her to face me. “Kate.”

“What, Lyns?” she replies with an edge of irritation that I’m not letting her ogle the man walking toward us right now.

I grab her chin. “Dr. Dick is the father of my surprise baby.”

Kate’s eyes blink just as Josh’s voice interrupts us. “Should you really be dancing on coffee tables in your state?”

Kate’s jaw drops, and I swallow the knot in my throat as we both turn in unison to face the familiar, judgmental tone of Dr. Dick. He pins me with a disapproving look and lifts his hand up to help me down. When I stand before him, Josh’s eyes drop to my hand that’s still holding Kate’s beer.

“Are you drinking?” he snaps, his tone scolding.

“It’s Kate’s.” Defensiveness wells up.

Kate’s voice interrupts our stare down as she drops next to us. “Jesus Christ, you really are pregnant.”

Josh’s brows lift. “So I see you told her the happy news.”

Just then, Kate’s eyes flutter shut, and she falls backward into the arms of Miles who has magically appeared behind her like some sort of cheesy romance novel. She’s just fainted the way only a true romance writer could.

Kate comes to moments later and fires a million questions at me in her bedroom. She then proceeds to chastise me for not telling her about my one-night stand with Dr. Dick and not telling her that Dr. Dick was the hot doctor who was eyeing me in the cafeteria all those weeks. I apologize profusely for lying and swear that I won’t be keeping secrets from her ever again. Tonight is so not the night to tell her about the spanking portion of this story. I really don’t need to see her faint again.

Before we leave her room, she asks if I’m happy about being pregnant, and I surprise myself when I tell her I am. This all certainly didn’t happen the way I had planned, and I still have a lot of shit to figure out with my life. But right now, at this moment, with this baby inside me…I’m happy.