Chapter 20: Get a Grip

Vanessa

This is normal, but Brent looks at Isley and me as if he caught us in bed. I stare at Brent, watching his questioning expression turn to disgust.

"These," Brent raised the pregnancy tests in his hand, "are for you."

I take them.

"That looks like my time to depart," Isley says, cringing at the pregnancy tests. He looks at Brent, telling him, "get your mind out of the gutter, too. I'd wear my pajamas to work if I could."

Brent shrugs. "Why don't you speak to the partners about that?"

Isley doesn't speak. Instead, he slaps Brent on the back and walks to his apartment.

Once we're alone, I study the pregnancy tests.

Does he know?

Did Isley tell him, and that's why he's mad?

I bite my bottom lip, getting up the courage to look at him. Then, finally, I tell him, "I'm late."

"Late?" He sounds hopeful.

Slowly, I nod. I open my mouth to speak, but his expression saddens me. It's not that I don't want him to get his baby. I just don't want to be wrong.