Broken

Chapter seventeen

Jessie 

Mollie gives me a ride to work, two days later as Elliott was still asleep from our wild night. Mollie has become a part of our relationship,  but we're keeping it secret for now until her divorce is finalized. She has been sleeping in our bed with us and every night I get super horny and we both torment Elliott long into the late hours of the night.

Mollie follows me to do a private blood draw to be sure she's pregnant, not trusting the at home test. I have her wait in my office while we wait to get the results. She rubs at my stomach as a distraction from the results, a light smile on her face. It falters when the lab tech brings in the envelope holding the results to her test.

I feel her grow still beside me and saw that she was scared to see the results. When she doesn't take the offered envelope, I open it when we're alone again. We were both shocked to see what was written on the paper.

It was negative. A second test showed her blood sugar levels were low. I think back to our wedding night and realize it could have been her low blood sugar count that made her pass out. Both our eyes grow wide with realization from the last few days and the amount of unprotected sex we've had.

"If I wasn't pregnant before, there's a chance I could be now, but with Elliott and not Ryan," she says in a distant whisper. 

I hold her face in my hands and force her to meet my eyes. "If that happens, then I will take full responsibility," I say softly with a light smile and she lets out a calming breath." Do you want me to come back home?"

She nods vigorously and I take her in my arms. I page my mother to come in my office and a few minutes later she lets herself in. She's the only one who knows about Mollie and her relationship with me and Elliott. She takes one look at Mollie and gives an understanding smile. "How were the results to her test," she asks with concern. 

I look at Mollie with a raised eyebrow and she nods vigorously, hiding her face in my chest as her sobs heavily shake her shoulders. "Turns out that home test was a false positive and that there's a possibility she passed out from low blood sugar, than pregnancy symptoms," I choke quietly and stroke Mollie's hair. "These last few days the three of us have been heavily active and there's now a chance she could be pregnant with Elliott's baby."

She takes a seat next to Mollie and rubs her back in comfort. "Is that something you'd like sweetheart, no one would think different of you," my mother says in a soothing whisper and Mollie turns back to look at her as her sobs start to calm  some. "This possible baby was made from love. You have two wonderful people who will support you, no matter what you decide."

She doesn't answer, coming back in my arms. "She wanted me to go back home with her," I say in a soothing whisper, stroking her hair.

My mother nods with understanding and I help Mollie back to the car. I drive us back home with her dazed out the passenger window. It was quiet driving back home, aside from the occasional sniffle and shuttering breath from Mollie. 

When we pull in the driveway, she's out of the car before I can turn off the engine. I chase after her as fast as I can without slipping in the snow, pregnant belly keeping me from moving too fast. She walks in and passed Elliott who was on her way to the kitchen, upstairs to the bedroom. 

"Mollie," she asks with concern, but she doesn't answer her. Elliott looks at me as tears roll down my cheeks. Now she's confused, concerned and worried. "Jessie, baby what happened?"

She takes me in her arms and I lose it. "We ran a pregnancy test at the hospital because she asked me to," I choke in a whisper and look up to meet her eyes. "It was negative Elliott. She's not pregnant."