Chapter 3

KENNA

Two months later…

I was pregnant.

It wasn't verified yet but I knew I was pregnant. Pungent smells made me feel like puking, the foods I used to adore disgusted me, I threw up for no reason, and I was always hungry.

"Kenna, are you sure about this? I mean you could just be going overboard here." Nikki said to me as she stockpiled our grocery cart with different kinds of pregnancy tests.

"I'm not going overboard. I know it. I feel pregnant. But even if I'm not, I just need to make sure of it." I said in a down tone, and she nodded her head.

We got to my small apartment half an hour later, and I grabbed about six of the tests with me to the restroom and used all of them. I came out and set them on the table, waiting.

"How long is this going to take?" Nikki asked me in an impatient tone.

I sighed, then glanced at my phone. "Two minutes, tops," I answered. Then as time went by, different thoughts started to cross my mind.

"Let's say that I am pregnant, how am I going to find the father? I haven't had sex with anyone in over a year except for that asshole guy at the club a few months ago." I said to Nikki, slouching my shoulders.

She pouted. "You still remember his name, right?" she asked.

"Sean something. I don't know his last name. He didn't tell me." I answered.

"But you can still remember his face, right?" she inched closer to me, and I nodded frantically.

"Absolutely. Nothing could ever make me forget about a face like that." I said, and his handsome features flashed before my mind's eye. Nikki rolled her eyes at me in amusement.

"Sure, whatever. That won't matter because you're not pregnant. How much longer?" she changed the subject at the end. I glanced at my phone to see that less than thirty seconds were remaining.

"A few seconds. And you're right. It won't matter. I won't have to find him because I'm not pregnant. I might just be overreacting to this, right?" I was panicking. Why was I panicking?

My hands turned clammy. Beads of sweat broke out from the skin. What if I was pregnant? What then? What would I do?

Right on cue, all the tests made different kinds of sounds, alerting us that it was time. My heart was racing.

"Nikki, I can't look. Look at it and tell me." I covered my face with my palms.

I heard her scramble around the table as she looked at the tests. "Kenna," she called out after a few seconds.

I slowly peeled my hands off my face to peek at her. "What do they say? Am I pregnant?" I sounded nothing like my usual calm self. I sounded so scared and frail.

The look on Nikki's face made the pace of my heartbeat increase. I forced myself to look down at the table. My eyes immediately turned glassy as I stared at the tests.

Every single one of them read positively. I choked on a sob almost immediately. Nikki crossed over to me and wrapped me around her body, holding me tight as I cried.

"I'm pregnant, Nikki. Pregnant." I cried out in between sobs.

What was I going to do? I had no one to help me. No parents, no siblings, no relatives. The only friend I had was Kenna, and I couldn't place all my hopes on her because she was like me as well.

"I'm dead. I'm dead. What am I going to do? Who's going to want me now? I can't breathe. I messed up. I messed up big time." I continued to sob, and she stroked my hair, comfortingly.

"Stop crying, Kenna. It's going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine. You're gonna find that man and you're going to tell him and you two are going to decide what to do, okay? Stop crying. Tears won't help you." She advised intelligently, but I was too far gone in my head. How could I not cry? Everything was over for me.

"You don't understand, Nikki. How am I going to find it? Even if I manage to find him, do you honestly think that he's going to believe a woman he had sex without months ago is pregnant with his child? It's impossible. Everything about this situation is impossible." The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it sounded to me.

Sean didn't seem like the person to mess with. And what if—

"What if he already has a family? What if I'm the mistress? What then? Do you know what that makes?" The thought of that being true makes me cry harder.

What the hell was I thinking that night? I shouldn't have listened to Greg serve their table. I shouldn't have drunk with them. I shouldn't have kissed Sean. I shouldn't have gone back to his hotel with him.

If I had done so many things differently then I wouldn't be in this situation right now. It's all my fault. My fault. My fault. My fault. I started to beat myself up physically. I slapped my face repeatedly.

"It's my fault. I need to be punished." I said in a delirious tone, and I continued slapping myself. Nikki grabbed both of my hands and stopped me from hurting myself, then she flipped me around so we could see each other face-to-face.

"Stop beating yourself up, okay?" she sounded angry. Why was she angry? I was the one who was supposed to be angry at myself. I ruined my life with only a single night that I couldn't erase from my memory.

"It's going to be fine. Wipe your face, we're both going to the club right now. We are going to find that baby daddy of yours and get him involved in this. No way are you going to cry your way out of this." She sounded so firm.

I hesitated to listen to her words at first, then they sunk in and I realized how right she was. I wiped my face with the back of my palms, sniffling before I stood up from the floor.

She reached out to me and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You're the most beautiful and strongest woman that I know. You can do this." She told me.

I nodded my head frantically. I could do this. I just needed to calm my head down and act cool. I was going to take responsibility for my actions as well as the father of my unborn child.

Watch out, Sean. Your entire life is about to change.