My Fireman's Secret Baby by Jamie Knight (best ebook reader android txt) 📕

time I am done getting cleaned up I still don't feel any better. In fact, I feel worse. I feel very sick and nauseous. Standing in the middle of the room, I know what's going to happen. I feel it, the churning in my stomach. I run back into the bathroom and shut the door. It's a while before my stomach is calm enough for me to leave the room.

As I walk into the living room, I can smell Kyst cooking breakfast. As soon as the aroma hits my nose, I feel my stomach turn and run back to the bathroom. I hope Kyst can't hear me throwing up. I do my best to hide it from him by spraying air freshener and cleaning. I start to panic because this feeling just won't go away. As far as I know, it's not a stomach bug or food poisoning. That only leaves one thing, I’m pregnant.

I can't hide the shock and fear on my face at this thought. I grab my purse and run out of the room. As I’m hurrying through the living room, Kyst is coming out of the kitchen.

“Is everything ok?” he asks, noticing my hurry.

“Yes. I just remembered I have to meet an early client at the clinic, and I don't want to be late,” I say, dashing out the door.

I hurry into town, hoping he bought that excuse. But, unfortunately, I don't have time to stop and check.

On my way to the office, I stop at the drugstore. I go through each aisle until I find what I need. I'm so nervous and filled with anxiety as I purchase the pregnancy test. I quickly throw it into my purse along with the receipt and try not to run out of the store.

I drive as quickly as I can to the temporary clinic. I unlock and turn on the lights. I'm so relieved that my client isn't expected until later, and I have all the time I need. I run upstairs to my office and lock myself in the bathroom. Then, setting my purse on the counter, I pull out the test and stare at it for a few moments.

“Am I ready for this?” I ask myself. The answer is “Yes. I need to know.”

I take the test and set it on the counter. The minutes seem to drag by as I wait for the results. My stomach turns from both nausea and anticipation of waiting. Finally, it is time. I take a deep breath. Before I lose my nerve, I grab the test off the counter and look at it. Positive, just like I thought. I'm in a daze. Even though I had a feeling it would be, it's still a shock to have it confirmed. I close the toilet and sit on the lid. My fear returns. What am I going to do now?

I look at my phone and realize with a gasp that I have been in here longer than I thought. My appointment will be here in a few minutes. I don't have time to think about Kyst right now. I need to be focused so I can take care of this dog.

I put the test and everything away and walk out of the bathroom. I head downstairs to the clinic and hang up my purse, taking a breath to calm my mind. I am just finishing setting everything up when the client walks through the door.

As I'm giving the dog a check-up, I realize it is more complicated than I thought to keep my mind focused. I keep thinking about the baby and whether or not to tell Kyst. I really don't believe that I should. I'm worried that he won't want the baby or me. Technically we are nothing, not even roommates. He never asked me to be in a relationship, so we can't say we are that either. I think he is just helping me out of the goodness of his heart, which is what we insisted on. I sigh and try to keep from crying. I force myself to focus on work. I'm scared of this whole situation and what Kysts reaction will be if he finds out.

A while later, I'm just writing out the prescription for the dog when the bell on the front door rings. I look up and see Grayson walking into the clinic. I want to groan. I don't have the time or energy to deal with him right now. I wait for my client to leave before telling Grayson to “get out.” I busy myself with cleaning up the area, but I can feel Grayson smirking at me.

“I don't have to. You don't have your big strong firefighter here to protect you so there is nothing to stop me,” Grayson answers smugly.

I roll my eyes at him and try to ignore him. I walk away to throw something in the trash when it happens. The room starts spinning as my vision goes blurry. I'm running out of breath. I reach for the counter as I feel like I am falling sideways. I have never felt faint before.

When my vision recovers, Grayson is holding me up. “You almost blacked out,” he accuses. He helps me walk across the room and sit in my office chair. I breathe in and out a few times and avoid his gaze. “Are you pregnant?” he asks bluntly.

I can't stall or lie. “Yes,” I admit in a tiny voice as I look at the ground.

Grayson says nothing for a few seconds. With that, the office is absolutely quiet. All I can hear is the sound of my deep breaths.

“Well, you know what you have to do,” he finally says. I ignore him and keep breathing. “You have to come back with me. I mean, Kyst is a former movie star, after all. If you tell him he is going to assume that you only got pregnant because you are after his money.”

I stop breathing and look up at my ex