Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Chapter 253.

I literally scoff.

"There’s no way."

"Elaine...."

"No, seriously, there’s absolutely no way." I push myself up from the bathroom floor so fast my head spins slightly again. "I’ve been taking my pills."

I yank open the small cabinet drawer with shaky hands and start digging through the mess inside.

Skin care, hair ties, meedicine.

Then finally my birth control pack.

"There," I mutter instantly.

My fingers move quickly over the tiny empty slots. One after another.

I stop, check again and again. I haven’t missed a single day.. not one.

"Ivy, I took them," I say immediately into the phone. "Every single day."

"You know birth control isn’t a hundred percent right?"

My stomach twists violently.

"No."

"El...."

"No," I repeat shakily. "That’s not possible."

But even as I say it...Fear starts creeping in anyway. Because deep down? I already know something is wrong. The throwing up, the dizziness, the smells

Oh God.

No. No no no.

"Ivy," I whisper suddenly. "Can you meet me somewhere?"

"Of course."

"The supermarket we used to go to as kids."

"The old one?"

"Yeah."

"I’m already getting dressed," she says instantly. "I’ll meet you there."

I hang up shortly after and just stand there frozen in the bathroom for several long seconds.

Pregnant.

The word alone makes my chest tighten painfully. J can’t be pregnan, j don’t even know how to process that possibility.

I never planned for kids, never wanted to think about kids. Esspecially not now when everything around us is already chaos. And me and Zane...God. What even are we right now? Yes, we love each other, I know that now. But love and children are two completely different things, We haven’t even talked about any of that. Not once.

The thought of telling him makes panic rise sharply in my throat. What if he doesn’t want this? What if he thinks I did this intentionally?

What if he thinks I’m trying to tie him down with a baby?

My stomach rolls again hard enough that I slap a hand over my mouth immediately.

"Fuck."

I hurry into the shower afterward, scrubbing quickly while my thoughts spiral completely out of control. By the time I finish dressing, my hands are still trembling slightly. I throw on jeans and a hoodie, barely even caring what I look like.

All I can think is: Pleas don’t let me be pregnant. Please.

——

I take a few extra minutes getting dressed because for some reason I suddenly feel painfully aware of everything.

My stomach, my body and my reflection

It’s ridiculous considering I don’t even know anything yet, but anxiety keeps crawling under my skin anyway.

I grab my bag quickly before I can spiral again and head for Zane’s office.

Zane looks up immediately from the paperwork spread across his desk. His reading glasses sit low on his nose, and annoyingly enough he still somehow looks unfairly attractive while working.

His eyes slowly move over me thn one brow lifts.

"Going somewhere, love?"

I force myself to stay calm.

"Yes."

He leans back slightly in his chair.

"Where?"

Shit. Think! think!.

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