Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(112)

“Clarice?” she heard Elise ask. “How are you feeling?”

“We were so worried, Clarice,” Whitney said. “Are you feeling better?”

What was wrong with her friends? Why were they staring at her like she was sick?

And then it all came back to her. The doctor, the colorful, flamboyant Dr. Flint, who had diagnosed her condition. Her condition…

She was pregnant.

Clarice jumped out of bed, her hair an untamed mess.

“Guys!” she shouted and hugged both of her friends. “I’m pregnant.”

Whitney and Elise were strangled by Clarice’s tight grip around their necks.

“Con-grat-u-la-tions,” Whitney managed to say, “but-please… let go-of-our… necks.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, guys. I’m so happy. I forgot what I was—”

Dear heavens, why does it have to be now? Clarice thought as she raced to the bathroom and vomited what little was left in her stomach into the toilet bowl, which was nothing really because she didn’t get to eat anything at all since…

Hunter, where was Hunter? Her memory came flooded back. After the doctor had told her she was pregnant, she was so happy she didn’t know what she was doing and literally stood and hugged Hunter. And it wasn’t just any normal hug; she had to smash her face in his shirt and cry her heart out like they were lovers or something.

Oh, heaven help her. What was she going to do now? She couldn’t face Hunter anymore. Not after she acted like that. She was supposed to be the adult, so why did she act like a kid, sobbing into his shirt upon hearing the news that she was pregnant?

But she was pregnant. She really was. And she was vomiting, which definitely meant “morning sickness.” Yes, she was so happy, so very, very happy.

Both Elise and Whitney came into the bathroom and started rubbing her back.

“Thanks, guys,” she said, then sat on the toilet seat.

“You need someone to look after you,” Whitney said, looking at her friend who was still as cheerful as ever, despite her sickness.

“I’m capable of looking after myself, Whitney. I’ll be fine.” Clarice brushed aside her friend’s concern. “It’s only morning sickness, after all. I’m sure I’ll get through it.”

“I’m not talking about just that. I’m talking about through your whole pregnancy. You need someone to look after you.” Whitney emphasized her point again. “You have to go on maternity leave. You have to rest a lot. You’ll be tired and moody. You need someone to care for you.” Whitney couldn’t express her concern enough, so she just reiterated the same sentiment again.

“I’m only pregnant. I’m not disabled,” Clarice said, defending herself. “I’m an adult. I’m used to living alone. I’ll be fine.”

“Have you told him yet?” Elise spoke for the first time, her thoughts in agreement with Whitney’s. For once, she wanted her friend to stop being stubborn and listen to their advice.

Clarice didn’t want to answer.

“Do you like him?” Elise rephrased her question.

“Well, I…” Clarice didn’t need to ask Elise whom she was referring to. The fact was she didn’t know how to answer. She liked Anton, but she wanted Hunter whenever he was around. Did that even make sense? Having a baby with one cousin but lusting for the other.

“Clarice, I’m asking you as a friend who cares for you dearly,” Elise said. “Have you told him yet?”

“No.” Clarice finally let out her answer.