You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 143

Easton

 What the hell is she talking about? She’s late? “Where you gotta be?” I ask stupidly.

Harper rolls her eyes and settles into the passenger seat, her arms crossed in front of her as she stares straight ahead.

“I'm late.

My period.” Swear to God, her lower lip is trembling.

“Wait a second.” It all comes flooding back.

How emotional she’s been lately, crying all the damn time over silly stuff.

The breakdown she had earlier.

The stress.

How tired she’s been.

How horny she’s been too.

“Do you think you’re—” My voice drops to a whisper.

“— pregnant?” She glances over at me, her expression full of misery as she nods.

“I haven't started my period yet.

I’m like—two weeks late.” “Is that normal?” “No.

I'm like clockwork.

I’m so regular, it’s almost annoying,” Harper practically whines.

I make a face.

Too much information, don't really need to know the details of Sadie’s irregular cycle.

“Have you taken a test?” “I've taken a lot of tests lately, Easton.

Just like you since we just had finals—oh.” Her face falls and her voice becomes hushed.

“You mean a pregnancy test.” “Yeah.” Reaching out, I settle my hand on her knee and give it a squeeze.

“Maybe we should do that.” “Right now?” she squeaks, her eyes wide.

Damn, my girl looks terrified.

I'm feeling a little terrified myself.

This is serious, the chance that Harper could be pregnant with my baby...

I bang the back of my head against the seat and close my eyes.

“Your dad is going to murder me on the spot when he finds out.” “It’s not for sure.” She pauses.

“But I had that exact same thought.” I scrub a hand over my face.

“It’s not like we meant to.

You’re on the pill.

We've been safe.” “I know.” Harper hangs her head, her hair falling in front of her face.

“I don’t want to be a mom.

Not right now.” “Hey.” I reach for her, slipping my fingers under her chin so I can tip up her face, her luminous gaze meeting mine.

“It’s going to be okay.” “Really?” I hate how doubtful she sounds.

I guess I can’t blame her.

This is some scary shit.

“Really,” I say firmly.

“I've got you no matter what, okay?” “Okay.” “You want to get food first? Or stop by a store and get a test?” “Let's do the test first,” she answers.

“And nowhere nearby.

Let's go to the other side of town.” “Why?” “We don’t want to run into anyone we know.” “Good call,” I admit as I put my Jeep into gear and pull onto the street.