Begin Again novel Chapter 213

Eden was in a meeting with the marketing and brand teams for a large part of her morning, going over the event lineup for the family fun day where Lydia would make her big debut as the company's brand ambassador.

By the time Sarah, the head of marketing, announced a second tea break, Eden's head was swimming with market analysis data—all the boring stuff she had no interest in and would never have known existed if Liam hadn't thrown her in the spotlight and put her in charge of Lydia's account.

She was so drained she could barely move from her chair, so she closed her eyes, hoping to catch a nap while everyone was on a body break.

She was still trying to convince her brain to shut down when Clara came in with a tray of something awful in her hands.

Whatever it was, Eden didn't think it tasted as horrible as it smelled. But heavens, the smell—no—the stench was too much for her.

"What is that?" She gagged and wrinkled her nose, surprising the few people still scattered around the boardroom with her question.

"What?" Clara asked, her eyes dark with confusion as she stared at the tray of mini savoury mince pies.

"That smell! Oh dear Lord! Can't you guys smell—" Eden couldn't even finish her rant. She puked a little in her mouth as she scrambled out of her seat, grabbed her phone and dashed to the restroom.

She locked herself in one of the cubicles and retched up the biscuits and tea she'd had throughout the meeting.

Feeling weak, fatigued and unwell again, she flushed the toilet, closed the pan and sat down.

She wasn't sure if it was because she was sick or just her nerves, but her hands shook like crazy as she unlocked her phone and rapidly flipped through the calendar.

It's impossible, she thought, her eyes wide with horror. There was no way it was true. The doctor has assured her it was ninety-nine percent safe, and only one unfortunate soul out of a hundred women could fall pregnant while on an implant.

Eden was damn certain she was not that unfortunate soul. Other than the shit with Simon, her luck had always been relatively good. So there was no way she was part of the unfortunate one percent.

But the dates on her calendar told a different story.

Sure, since she had the implant inserted, her periods had become lighter, but they were always on time, like clockwork.

Until now.

The restroom door opened, and high-heeled footsteps echoed on the tiled floor, stopping in front of her cubicle. A second later, a double knock pulled Eden away from her lying calendar.

"Eden?" Clara called out from the other side. "Are you okay?"

"I am," she replied. "Give me a minute."

"You've been in there for a while now."

"I'm fine. I'll be out soon," Eden said, praying her voice wasn't as panicky as she thought it sounded.

"I don't like talking through the door. Can you let me in, please?" Clara knocked again.

Bewildered out of her mind, Eden stood up and unlatched the door and ushered her friend inside before she sat down again.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Clara whispered as soon as the door snapped in place.

"Don't say it!" Eden replied, matching her quiet tone.

She had no idea why they were whispering since they were the only people in the restroom. But she reckoned they could never be too careful.

"Nausea, funny smells, throwing up—" Clara counted all of Eden's symptoms and came to a terrifying conclusion. "My sister had the same symptoms, and seven months later, I became an aunt."

"Shut up. I have an implant." Eden groaned. "This is just a scare, nothing more."

"Well, I don't know how that shit works, but I think all contraceptives come with an itsy bitsy disclaimer."

Feeling sick to her stomach again, Eden shook her head, her face flush with denial. "There's no way I'm pregnant."

She had barely survived giving birth to one, so what was she supposed to do with a second baby?

"Oh God," she banged her head gently on the wall. "Can someone wake me up and tell me this is all just a bad dream?"

If she was looking for comfort and a false sense of hope, Clara wasn't going to be the one to give it to her. Her friend doused her with a healthy dose of reality instead.

"You need to make a doctor's appointment ASAP. If you are pregnant and have that implant thingamajig, you might want to take it out like pronto. You don't know what it's doing to the—"

Eden placed a finger on her lips to hush her friend up when the restroom door creaked open again.

"Okay, I'm heading back, and I got rid of the mince pies, so it's safe for you to come back," Clara murmured and tiptoed her way out of the cubicle.

Alone again, Eden screamed silently in her hands while she paced up and down the small space.

Silent screams didn't work as well as full-on screams, but she felt a little less on edge and ready to think like an adult and possibly start making adult decisions when she left the stall.

"Okay, don't panic. This is just a major scare," she coached herself in front of the mirror as she washed her hands and held them under the dryer.

Yes, that's exactly what it was. A false alarm and a much-needed wake-up call for Liam to start wrapping up if they didn't want an 'oopsie'.

As Clara had promised, there were no signs of the offending pastries anywhere when Eden returned to the boardroom.

She took her seat again and doodled all her plans in her journal, a doctor's appointment high on her priority list.

She could go to the GP in their building, but there were too many eyes at Anderson Logistics, and since she hated hospitals, driving to the Medi Clinic in Glen Eagles was out of the question.

So, Dr Waylon, it was.

Eden wondered now if he was still on the 4th floor at Van Holt Industries—

"—Great job, everyone!" Sarah laid it on thick at the front of the room and pulled Eden away from her plans. She gathered up her laptop and her journal and was one of the first few people to bolt out of the room as soon as the meeting adjourned.

Back in her office, she looked through her phone and made her first adult decision for the day and called Dr Waylon. She'd put it off it long enough. The time for pussyfooting and denials was over.

The receptionist was happy to slot her in for 2:00 PM.

Eden didn't think she could wait that long. She needed to know if she had to start saving for onesies and diapers now or never.

But the receptionist politely told her she could either take the 2:00 PM or she'd happily book her in next Tuesday at the earliest.