Rich Girl [Pedro Pascal]

15. Worry

Eve paced back and forth as Will lounged outside, keeping the fumes away from her. "Can I please, please hit it, just once." She begged. "Get away from me, Eve. And no, you can't. Not until we know if you're pregnant I'd not."

"Why do you even give a shit?"

"Because I don't want my niece or nephew to come out retarded."

"Don't say that!"

"Than get away from me..."

There was a loud knock on the door. The two friends looked at the door and then each other. Will burnt out his joint and walked to the door, opening just a crack to see who it is. "Oh goodie, you're here." He opened the door wide and Eve walked away to the patio, avoiding their gaze. "Just to let you know, she was going to tell you tonight when Javi either accepted or freaked out about your relationship... but she's been drinking..."

"She's been drinking?! Why didn't you stop her?!"

"Because we trust her in doing the right thing... I think she's just scared." Pascal sighed, handing Will a black plastic bag. "It's a pregnancy test and some other things..." But the redhead waved it away. "You give it to her..."

Pascal walked over to Eve. She didn't turn to look at him. "How are you feeling?" He asked her but she only shrugged. "Come on, Eve... Talk to me."

She tuned to look at him and the girl was crying. "I'm scared." Eve held in a sob, grabbing the black bag out of his hands and walking to the bathroom.

She looked into the bag and smiled. Tears falling into the bag as she took out treats that he had mentioned to him once, almost three weeks ago. Then she took out the box. Eve took a breath in and then exhaled.