Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0292

I stand very still for a very long time, my breath getting increasingly faster as | stare into space, trying to figure this out. What was — what’s wrong with me? How the hell did | miss this?!

My period has, since | first got it when | was thirteen, been very regular. And unlike Janeen, who sometimes needs to take the day off and lay in bed for the whole day when her period starts, | have never really had too much trouble with it. So, generally, it’s not something | think or worry about too much —

But this?! To go six weeks without noticing that it just never showed up?! Have | — have | seriously been stuck in such a sex haze that | just didn’t notice? But wait — how did | not notice this!?

But beyond that - how did Kent, who is so precise with literally every other aspect of my life, just not notice that I’ve been sleeping with him every night for six weeks without interruption? How did neither of us —

| groan a little, tilting my head back, my brain quickly running through the possibilities. Because — what does this mean?

My mind obviously turns to the clearest possibility: that I’m pregnant.

But how!? Because Kent had a vasectomy —

But...did it not work? Or is it something worse —

Am |-—am | sick? | press my hands low on my stomach and look down at myself, trying to feel if...| mean, did something in me... break?

But | feel totally normal — no pain. But not all illnesses present as pain at the start...

I'm almost panting with anxiety now, because | know that either way — either way, this cannot be good. Either I’m sick...or I’m... I'm somehow, impossibly, fucking pregnant...

Or is it something else? What am | not thinking of -

“Fay?”

I spin, almost jumping out of my boots in shocked surprise as | look up at Jerome.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking at me warily. “I've been...talking to you for like two minutes. You haven't responded.” “We need to go,” | snap, my hands starting to shake a little. | step away from Healthcliff, heading towards the stall door —

“What? Why —“ | push past Jerome and he glances back into the stall towards my horse. “Fay, you haven't even stored his tack or cleaned his feet —*

“Let's go, Jerome!” | shout over my shoulder, storming towards the front of the stables. Because | need answers — now. And the easiest option thing to rule out as a possibility is pregnancy.

So, | need to get to a pharmacy. Now. Right fucking now.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Jerome, intuiting that something is seriously wrong, curses behind me and closes Heathcli iff(s. Btall doer ith pragtioal cut of the stable and heading for the car when | hear him calling some instructions to the stable workers and then running after me. Please read the original content at .

“Fay!” he gasps, grabbing my arm before we can get to the car. “What the hell is going on? What happened?” “We just need to go, Jerome,” | snap, looking towards the car and not up into his face as | usually would. “What changed?”

| work to pull my arm out of his hand but he holds tight, refusing to let me go. “Fay!” he shouts. “Tell me! Now!”

“No!” | yell, spinning “th see to look viciously up at him isis ql"! jnegsr Varohh AOE get in the car and van all right!?” Please read the original content at .

Shocked, clearly worried by my sudden change in mood — change in entire personality, re oJeaine'! | lahd takes a step back, looking me over from head to toe. But | just shake my head once and stalk towards the passenger side of the car. Please read the original content at .

| hear Jerome sigh behind me as he moves to the driver’s side, apparently deciding to play along.