Chapter 293

We drive in silence. My anxiety takes full control of me and I sit with my arms wrapped around my legs, my chin on my knees, my dirty boots flat against the leather of the seat as I stare blankly out the windshield.

From the corner of my eye I can see Jerome glancing at me anxiously every few minutes, but I don’t look at him. I don’t do anything on the surface, but inside my mind is screaming.

What the – what the fuck am I going to do?

If I’m...

“There,” I say, my voice monotone as I fling a finger out to point at the chain pharmacy I’ve been waiting for, the one we pass every day on the way home. “Stop here, Jerome,” I order.

“What?” He asks, glancing at me again. “Fay, why? What do you need? Are you – are you sick?”

I don’t answer but he slows the car, pulling into the parking lot anyway. When the car rolls to a stop I unbuckle my belt, but before I can step out of the car Jerome grabs my wrist. I pull hard, trying to tug away, but again he won’t let me.

“Stop,” he commands, and I look angrily up into his face. “Tell me what’s going on,” he insists, his hand tightening around my wrist. “You were happy all day, and then I find you in the stall basically catatonic, staring at the wall, panting like you’ve run a marathon? And then you tell me to stop at a pharmacy? What’s going on, Fay?”

“Back off, Jerome,” I snap, glaring at him. “This is my business. Not yours.”

And then I push the car door open and climb out. Jerome groans and lets me go, but when I glance over my shoulder as I slam the Lexus door shut behind me, I just see him staring at me out the windshield, totally baffled.

Good, I think. Because it’s going to be really complicated to keep this quiet if he’s watching me pick out a pregnancy test.

I stalk into the pharmacy, following the signs and quickly finding the family planning aisle. There, I crouch down and stare at my options, looking through the neatly packaged pregnancy tests with their pink and purple labels, trying to find...

I don’t know...the right one?

And as I start to panic again, wondering...shit, do I just buy one? Or some kind of...multipack? And which one... Do I need the early result one? Fat chance on that, considering my period has been gone for six weeks –

So...the one that tells you in words? Or one with a blue stripe? Or...this one is...pocket sized...

Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father Chapter 0292 But who the hell would need a pocket sized pregnancy test?

And as I crouch there, staring frantically at all the options, the words on the packages start to blur as my eyes fill with tears. And then my lip starts to shake, and I hang my head, and fall back on my ass and begin to sob in the middle of the pharmacy, tucking my face against my hands.

Fuck. Fuck. What the hell is going on with me?

“Fuck,” I hear someone whisper, echoing the words in my mind.

I flinch as I look up to see Jerome standing over me, his eyes wide, looking slowly between me and the products neatly arranged before me. Then he crouches down next to me, staring at me unblinking as I sniff and try to pull myself together. “Are you...are you serious, Fay? Are you...”

I shake my head vehemently. “I don’t know,” I murmur, looking back towards the pregnancy tests.

“Fay,” he snaps, suddenly grabbing my arm and yanking me towards him, making me gasp as I look at him. “Who the fuck is the father?!”