Off the Track Series Book 3
An unexpected twist of fate finds Charlotte spending a late night turned early morning with Max Verstappen. The only catch - He doesn't even touch her, but they do touch each others hearts. After a lifetime of getting it...
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"This can't be happening." Elsa groans, walking in the door at the same time as I do.
All three of us girls rushed to Amelia's room mid getting ready for tonights opening week party in Vegas. There wasn't enough time to shave my legs after getting her '999, MY ROOM ASAP" so I'm fully wearing tights to hide the hair, but hey a girls gotta go what she's gotta do for her friends.
"It is, one of the results came back positive." Amelia looks so nervous I'm almost worried she should be standing to deliver this news, until there's a knock at the door.
We're all four present and accounted for.
Who is that?
"Where is Charles?" Carmen asks, but Amelia answers the door before us. It swings open to reveal a beautiful room service tray of a pharmacy bag, champagne, cider, pint of ice cream and brownies.
Why am I not surprised?
"He's meeting fans at the hospital, isn't he the best?" Amelia asks, wheeling in our goodies. And after the news she just broke we fucking need something to take the edge off. She's just revealed after our fertility results she mixed up the batches but didn't really think twice... until one came back already pregnant.
The only question, which one of us is it? Please, please not me. Things just started to go right with Max and I have an IUD, so what are the chances even? It's like one in a million.
Although lately I've been winning the unlucky lottery...
Five of the most stressful minutes of my life later, a scream reveals Amelia's test positive. "This is fake, right?" Amelia asks as she holds a positive pregnancy test in her hand. "Like maybe we should get more tests? I've only been married for days." Then she screams again, "Cat!"
A shiver shoots through my entire body.
It's not one, but two positive pregnancy tests.
No way... "This actually can't be correct. Let's get more." Acting sure, but I still opt for cider over champagne just in case pacing the length of my living room. "Jesus Christ, not only is that wrong on so many levels, especially for those who struggle with infertility, but this is a fucking serious thing." I grip my forehead and try to calm my racing heart. It's been weeks since I had bare sex and there's only one man who it could possibly be, the same man competing for a world championship behind the wheel. I'm not supposed to keep things from him but now...
"Wait, so this is real? This is a real pregnancy test, and we're actually both pregnant?" Amelia pauses, turning to our friends outside the bathroom I'd almost forgotten in my own panic. Elsa and Carmen are on their feet, holding each other when the nod to us in sync.
"No." She shakes her head. "No fucking way." She points at my stomach. "There is a baby in there, right now?
"It's not just the four of us in here, but six." Elsa confirms.
