Trouble in Paradise.

6. Blueberry

Chapter 6: Blueberry.

My heels click as I step out of the elevator walking to my office.

"Good morning." Naya says immediately she sees me.

She walks with me to my office.

"You missed your nine o'clock meeting with Mr. Cornell, should I reschedule?" She asks me.

"Please do. I have a lot on my plate today." I tell her, placing my purse on my table.

"Yes ma'am." She says, walking towards the door.
"Hey, how did the funeral go? I'm sorry I missed it." She asks, stopping in her tracks.

"Um, it was alright." I tell her, sitting on my chair. "Naya, can you make me a cup of coffee please? I feel so light." I tell her.

"Sure." She says before she leaves my office.

I've been feeling sick for about a week now. I'm probably stressed from working too much.

"Or pregnant." My subconscious chips in. Nope, I'm not pregnant. I can't be.

I'm on the pill and I never missed-

Holy shit, I could be pregnant.

No, I'm not.

There's no way.

"Here you go." Naya says, placing the coffee on my table. I was so distracted, I didn't even see her walk in.

"Thanks." I say taking a sip of coffee.

"Are you sick?" She asks me and I stare at her.

"What? No." I reply.

"Okay, you just look really pale. Maybe you should take the day off." She says, folding her arms.

"No, I'm fine Naya. Now go." I tell her.

"Okay." She says, lifting her hands in fake surrender. "I'll leave." She says, walking out of my office.

Burying my face in my hands I let out a tired groan.

***

"It's about the size of a blueberry." The doctor says.

"I can't believe I'm pregnant." I tell him, looking at the sonogram machine.

I'm currently at the hospital. I found out I was pregnant three days ago. So, I booked a doctor's appointment to get checked and hopefully see the baby.

Although I've been sleeping with two men, I know for a fact that this baby belongs to Andrè.

I think.

It's such a weird feeling, being pregnant.

I'm keeping the news to myself until I figure out what I'm going to do.

"You're about seven weeks gone." Doctor Barnes tells me and I nod. "Are you going to tell the father?" He asks me.

"Yeah." I reply quietly.

"Well, congratulations, Miss Stone. I'll get the pictures and meet you out front." He says, wiping the cool gel from my stomach.

"Okay." I reply.

This is wild.

An hour later, I am walking into my apartment and I am shocked to see Andrè sitting on my couch.

"Hey." I say, nervously.

"Is this yours?" He asks, holding the pregnancy test I took three days ago.

I knew I should have thrown that shit out.