Best Mistake

I rolled over in bed, reaching desperately for my phone. I'd felt like I'd just gotten to sleep, and the fact that someone was calling me at the god awful hour of eight in the morning infuriated me. "Hello?" I croaked.

"Good morning sunshine!" Megan all but yelled in my ear.

I groaned. "Jesus, Megan." I pushed myself up. "What do you want?"

"We're going shopping," she chirped matter-of-factly.

"I don't have the money to go shopping," I yawned. "When did you turn into such a morning person anyway?"

I could hear her crinkling paper as she spoke. "When I fell in love with Luke, who has a nine to five job. Who is also on his way to work. Bye, baby. I love you," I heard her say to Luke and gave him a quick kiss.

"That sounds boring," I teased.

"To each their own. But hey, since that sounds boring to you maybe you should find someone with a more varying work schedule. Someone like, I don't know, Alex Gaskarth," she said, and I could hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice.

I rolled my eyes. It had been a little over a month since my one night stand with Alex. I was starting to believe she would never let that go. But I stuck to my guns and didn't try to get in touch with him, and as expected he never tried to contact me either. I was pretty over it.

"Anyway," I sighed, trying to change the subject.

"Anyway," she mocked. "I'll be there in about 20 minutes to get you, so be ready."

I was getting ready to respond when out of nowhere a huge wave of nausea hit me like a brick wall. It knocked the breath out of me and I gasped for air, causing me to gag. Before I knew it I was running to the bathroom.

"Whitney?" I heard Megan ask as I spilled my guts into the toilet.

I finished and fell back against the tub, wiping my forehead of the sweat that had collected there and trying to catch my breath. I picked my phone up off the counter and huffed, "Well that just happened."

Megan was quiet for a second. "You ok?"

I got myself off the floor and flushed the toilet. "I don't know, I guess. I was fine until a minute ago. I just got really nauseous."

She was still quiet, something that was irregular for her. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes," she said before hanging up.

I looked at my phone in confusion before setting it down and brushing my teeth. I crawled back into bed and soon Megan was standing in the doorway of my bedroom. I kept forgetting she still had a key to the apartment since she used to live there and she startled me every time.

She walked over to me with her hand held out, a rectangular it shaped thing pointed at me. "Here."

I took it, eyeing her suspiciously and took the wrapper off. My jaw dropped. "A pregnancy test?"

She nodded slowly. "Go pee on it."

I looked from her to the piece of plastic in my hands. "No way. No damn way."

"I'm not pregnant," I shook my head, offering it back to her.

"Do you know that for a fact?" she asked, her hands perched on her hips.

I stared at her for a second. I knew she wouldn't let this go, so with a sigh I went back into the bathroom. I came out a few minutes later.

"I hope you know what a waste of time this is," I grumbled as I climbed back on the bed with her.

She eyed me apologetically. "Better safe than sorry."

I stared at my comforter before something clicked. "Wait a minute. Why do you have pregnancy tests?"

Megan shifted uncomfortably and shrugged. "We had a scare a few months ago. That was one I had left."

I tilted my head, giving her a sad look. "Oh. Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugged again. "I don't know. I didn't think I needed to worry you with it."

I nodded slowly and we sat in silence for a minute or two. Megan looked at me narrowly. "Are you scared?"

I hadn't really thought about it that much until she asked. I never really gave energy to the idea that I may in fact be pregnant. It wasn't like I was showing a lot of symptoms, I just got sick. As if she was ready my mind, Megan said, "Your boobs have been looking a little fuller lately."

My eyes widened and I self consciously looked down before pulling the comforter around my neck. I tried to sneak a squeeze to my left boob. "Fuck, it is."

"And you haven't slept with anyone since him, right?" she asked.

I shook my head slowly, feeling another wave of nausea creeping up. Before I could try to make it pass I was running to the bathroom again, Megan close on my heels. As I was hovering over the toilet, she pulled my hair out of my face. "It's done," she said quietly.

"And?" I asked, panting.

"And, you're pregnant with Alex Gaskarth's kid."

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