Free Clara Meets The Parents (Clara Andrews #2) by Lacey London

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Chapter 18
     
    ‘There’s a line!’ I screech from the bathroom.
    ‘There is?’ Oliver’s hopeful voice makes me even angrier.
    ‘Yes and you crossed it!’ Flinging open the door, I throw the sealed pregnancy test at him. How have I gone from cocktails on the beach to taking a pregnancy test that I can’t even read in one afternoon?
    ‘You haven’t taken it?’ Looking totally perplexed, he sits down on the edge of the bed and folds his arms. ‘Why?’
    ‘Because I’m not pregnant, Oliver. Can you please drop it now?’ Curling up in the armchair, I look out to the sunset, wishing all this baby talk would just go away.
    ‘Fine, but no alcohol until I see a test.’ He shoots me a stern look and shakes his head accusingly.
    I am about to fire back a retort when there’s a knock at the door. How could he even think that I would drink if I was pregnant?
    ‘That’ll be the room service. Pass me my wallet.’ Throwing it a little harder than necessary, I try to hide my smirk when it bounces off his head.
    Slipping out onto the balcony, I flop down onto the lounger and look up at the night sky. I cannot believe that he genuinely thinks I am pregnant. Where has all this come from? A girl gets a little motion sickness and suddenly she’s knocked up? Looking down at my stomach, I have to admit that it is a little swollen, but who doesn’t gain a few pounds on holiday? Pregnant, I think I would know if I was pregnant.
    The delicious smell of junk food drifts out from the suite, teasing me to come inside. As much as I want to stay out here in an anti baby protest, my grumbling stomach makes me give in. Shuffling back into the room, I take a plate of fries and smother them in ketchup. God, these are good!
    ‘How’s the pizza?’ I ask, through a mouthful of fried potato.
    ‘It’s not bad.’ He holds out the slice and I lean over to take a bite. ‘It would be a little better if I knew if my girlfriend was eating for two.’ Giving me the puppy dog eyes, he sticks out his bottom lip.
    ‘Oh, for the love of God! Just pass me the damn test.’ Throwing down a fistful of fries, I snatch the pregnancy test from him.
    As I rip off the wrapper, I pull out the instructions confused. ‘Oliver, this is all in Spanish!’
    ‘So? Just pee on the goddam stick!’
     
    Half an hour later, I am still sat on the toilet. Both taps are running on high pressure and I must have drunk over a litre of water. Cranky and with a very numb bum, I am getting rather fed up of being stuck in this bathroom.
    ‘Anything?’ Oliver shouts through the door, for what seems like the millionth time.
    ‘I’ve got stage fright! You’re putting pressure on me and my bladder doesn’t like it.’
    ‘Push on your bladder!’
    ‘No!’
    ‘Come on! Just try it! If you don’t, I’ll come in there and do it myself. Five, four, three, two...’
    ‘OK! Alright!’ Sighing with frustration, I push on my stomach.
    Not being sure where exactly my bladder is, it takes a bit of random prodding before anything happens. Hurriedly reaching down for the stick, I let out a little laugh. This whole situation is insane. I can’t even believe that I am doing this. After flushing and washing, I take a peek in the little window. Just as I thought, negative.
    ‘Happy?’ Throwing the stick at him, I pause to see his reaction before going back to my fries. ‘Can you phone down for those bubbles now, please?’
    ‘It’s really negative?’ He murmurs, holding the stick under the light.
    Spinning around in my seat, I’m surprised to see that he looks really upset. ‘I told you it would be. Why were you so sure it would be positive?’
    ‘I dunno. I guess I just put two and two together and came up with a baby. I’m sorry.’ He chucks the pee stick into the bin and lets out a big sigh.
    I open my mouth to reply, but I’m not quite sure what it is he wants to hear. We have never really