Violette moved the phone a bit further from her ear, which was starting to hurt.
"Violette! Don't you dare ignore me! Spill the beans now! Whose baby are you carrying?! Ah! I'm freaking out! Where are you? I'm coming over! We need to talk face to face!" Odette was flipping, making Violette burst into laughter.
"I'm at home right now, so don't come over. I'm hitting the sack after this." She said in a sluggish tone, "Whose baby could I possibly be carrying. The reason I'm telling you is because my morning sickness is getting worse. Even eating is a struggle. Can you cover for me at your wedding if someone tries to make me drink?"
They had agreed to attend Odette's bachelorette party the night before the wedding together. With a crowd, there was bound to be booze.
By discussing it with Odette in advance, she could avoid a lot of hassle.
"You can't drink if you're pregnant! I'll make sure of it." Odette said, then speculated, "Is it Elijah's kid again? Oh my God, what the hell is going on between you two?"
Hearing his name, Violette instantly felt sleepy.
Because she and Elijah were on the outs for now, her brain would automatically block anything related to him.
That way, it wouldn't hurt as much.
"Keep it on the down-low. The baby might not last three months." Violette stood up from the sofa and started heading upstairs.
"Sure, I'll keep it hush-hush." Odette promised, then suddenly flared up, "What good is Elijah besides making babies? Is he even a man?"
Violette's temples pulsed, "Stop badmouthing him. Nothing like this will happen again."
The child in her belly, consider it a give-back to Elijah. Whether the baby could be born healthy or not, she wouldn't owe him anything anymore.
"You're way too easy to push around!" Odette raged on her behalf, "Next time he dares to lay a finger on you, give him the chop!"
Violette got the hint and her cheeks instantly turned red, "Odette, calm down. If the baby is healthy, I'll keep it. I can handle raising another child."
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