The Randy Romance Novelist(85)

“He knows?!” I shouted, stunned that Henry would pick up on me being pregnant and I wouldn’t, even though it was my body in question.

“Knows what?” Delaney looked between Derk and me for answers. “Have you not told me something I should know? What’s going on?”

I glanced up at Derk, who had a sympathetic look in his eyes. “Henry knows?” I asked again.

“Is it true?”

“Is what true?” Delaney asked again, frustration ringing clearly. “I swear to all the penises I devoured last night that if someone doesn’t tell me what’s going on right now, I will regurgitate them right here on this table, and I can promise you won’t like it.”

“That is revolting.”

“Well then, tell me what is going on.”

Derk nodded at me for encouragement. I took a deep breath and said, “I’m pregnant.”

“What?!” Delaney screamed, forgetting all about the atrocious hangover she was nursing. “You’re pregnant? On purpose?”

“No. Why would I be pregnant on purpose?”

“Well who’s dumb enough to get accidently pregnant these days? There are millions of forms of birth control. You’re on the pill, right?” I shook my head. “Jesus, Rosie. How could you not be on the pill? Were you just using condoms?” I confirmed, causing her to throw her hands up in the air. “And you thought, with the amount of times Henry was stuffing his junk in your doughnut that you weren’t going to get pregnant, because you were using a condom? My God, you are stupid. I love you, but you are stupid.”

I waved a hand in front of my face as tears started to form. This was all too much to handle, and I didn’t expect a sex education lecture from my best friend when I told her I was with child. I thought maybe she would celebrate . . . well not celebrate, but at least give me a hug.

“Babe, maybe chill a bit. Clearly, it’s big news for Rosie to handle.”

Ignoring him, Delaney asked, “How far along are you? Is that why your clothes haven’t been fitting? You didn’t need to go to the gym, you needed to learn how to take a simple pill once a day. Tell me, how far along?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, on the verge of tears. “But I’m guessing probably three months.”

“Three months!” both Derk and Delaney said together.

I nodded, stood up, and lifted my shirt so they could see my protruding stomach.

Delaney’s hand flew to her mouth as silence fell over the dining room table. Slowly, Delaney made her way around the table to me. She looked down at my stomach and then lowered her hands so they were pressed against my belly.

Once she finally looked up at me, she had tears in her eyes. “Oh, my God, Rosie. You’re pregnant.”

Before I could answer, she pulled me in for a hug and wrapped her arms around my back. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Maybe you’re pregnant too,” I laugh-cried.

“No,” she shook her head against mine. “I use birth control like every other normal sex-crazed woman. It’s common sense.”

“Now’s not the time for a lecture.”

“When the baby is born, we will go over proper protocol for avoiding having another.”

“Sounds good.”

She distanced herself and looked back down at my belly. “You’re straight up pregnant. Look at that little gut of yours.”

I wiped my tears. “I’m that person who shows up at the hospital, complaining about stomach cramps, and come to find out, I’m ready to give birth.”

“Yup, that’s you,” Delaney and Derk laughed. “Jesus, Rosie. Don’t you keep track of your period?”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Derk held up his hands. “I’m going to hit the showers.”

“Wait,” I turned to Derk. “Henry knows?”

“He suspects,” Derk nodded his head. “If I were you, I would go have a conversation with him. Communication is key in a relationship.”

“Okay,” Delaney scoffed. “This coming from the guy who can’t even talk about an ingrown hair near his nut sac.”

“That’s private,” Derk shouted.

“Whatever.” Delaney picked up her phone and started dialing.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m making you an appointment to see your doctor; we need to get an ultrasound going and figure this all out. First things first, that’s baby health.”

I couldn’t argue with her . . . she was right.

“But before we go anywhere, we both need to take showers because we smell like dead carcasses. Like, honestly, how can one person smell like sour milk so badly?” Delaney waved her hand in front of her nose and stood downwind of me. I sniffed myself and didn’t pick up any sour milk smell.

“Hello, do you have any cancellations for today? My friend just found out she’s pregnant . . . she’s probably three months along and hasn’t seen a doctor.” Delaney paused for a second and then laughed. “I know. She could totally be on that show.”

I rolled my eyes and went back to the couch, where I sat down and picked up my phone. I stared at the text messages that had come from Henry, and I wondered what I should do. He knew I was pregnant, but he was still pushing me away. What did that mean?