Chapter 72 Fallen God 27

Chapter 72 Fallen God 27
Lola

“Lola’s pregnant.”

Groaning, I threw a glare at Celia. Curled up on her threadbare sofa, I would have thrown something more than a glance at her if I had been home, but this was her place and I didn't want to accidentally break something that meant something to her. 

Not that she wouldn't deserve it. She ‘d opened her mouth as soon as she had let Elodie in. Elodie froze in the open doorway, hovering between the snow covered outside and the warmth of inside and I shivered. 

Mostly from the cold, but not entirely. The way Elodie was looking at me made me uneasy.

“Celia.” Pulling my knees up to my chest, I rested my chin upon them and stared at my best friend. 

“Will you come in or go out?” Celia shivered. “You're letting out all the warm air and–” 

The door slammed as Elodie stepped forward. Shrugging off her coat, she continued to stare at me like I was an alien creature.

“You’re pregnant?” she finally said.

“Yes.” Celia got there first, and I threw another death glare at her.

“No, I mean I don't know.” I shrugged and even saying it out loud hurt. It made it feel more real. “Maybe, but it's probably nothing. Stress or something.”Another shrug. I desperately wanted my last words to be true. 

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Taking another step into the room, Elodie swept her eyes across the tiny space.

“Herself,” Celia piped in unhelpfully. If she carried on like she was, then I was going to throw something at her. Possibly a lamp, but more than likely a cushion. I wanted her to shut up. I didn't want to actually hurt her. “It's why she won't do a test.”

“Lola.” Elodie groaned loudly. “Why won't you do a test? Surely that is the first thing you should have done.” Seeing the sudden glistening of tears in my eyes begin to spill over, she rushed forward. Plopping herself down next to me, she enveloped me in a tight hug. “Oh sweet girl, I know it's scary and–”

“It's not that.” Angrily, I wiped away the first tears. “It’s–”

“Dion is many things.” A flicker of unease swept across her face and I stiffened, frowning. “Like a royal screw up, but he is going to make a great dad.”

And there it was. I agreed that he would be. I’d seen firsthand how happy he looked holding Isla’s baby. The way his eyes had lit up when he looked at him. He’d wanted that little boy to be his. He’d told me as much. He’d laughed about it and made it seem like a fleeting moment of weakness, but when I had seen them together, it had hit me. 

Isla, no matter what she had done to him, how much hell she had put him through, was still important to him. He cared about her still. Maybe even loved her.

“I know.”

“You think he will think you did it on purpose?”

I stilled under the weight of her eyes. The thought had crossed my mind. More than once. We’d only been together a few weeks. 

Taking my silence for an answer, Elodie squeezed me one last time. “Dion won’t think that, Lola. He will be happy, I know it. I mean, it might come as a shock.” Her dark, golden speckled eyes found mine. “Weren't you careful?”

“Yeah, I'm on the pill and,” I went back to hugging myself. “I'm sure it's nothing. I am on the pill and–”

“You need to take a test.”

“Surely it's too soon? I'm not even late yet and anyway it's boxing day and.”

“Excuses, Lola. You are making excuses. There are tests that can tell you really early these days and you are taking one now, today. Right here so we can be there for you, no matter the outcome. Dion should be here as well.” The darkness was back in her eyes. “But he can't be, not until he’s back to himself. So you will have to make do with me and Celia.” She winked at the younger woman, who grinned back. “We will be right here. So what do you say? Fancy peeing on a stick for me?”

“What's happened to Dion? Is he ok?” I ignored her questions and asked one of my own. 

“Dion is fine. He has a hangover, and I'm not sure if Jax would have hit him a few times by now.”

Dion had carried on drinking then. It hurt my heart to know that he had fallen off the wagon. Somehow, it felt like it was my fault. He’d been doing so much better without me in his life. Had something I'd done or said triggered him? 

“Stop it.” Elodie shook me. “He's a grown man who makes his own decisions. This is him and not you, Lola. Now, test yes?”

I swallowed hard before nodding. “Sure, but where are we going to get one today?”

Elodie grinned. “I have Chance outside in the car. I'm going to send him to find one.”

The blood drained out of my face. “God, no, El, I don't want Chance to know. If he knows, then he will tell the others and Dion will find out.”

“Dion is going to find out one way or another, Lola. If you are pregnant, then you won't be able to hide it from him. Sooner or later, you will begin to show.”

“I'll tell him, but I want to find out first. If I'm not, then all will be great and if I am.” I shivered. “Well, if I am, I'm going to have to deal with it and I'll tell him face to face. I just don't want to speak to him until I know for sure.”

Elodie and Celia remained silent. Both of them were staring at me. Elodie blinked first and then nodded. “Fine, no Chance.” Digging out her phone, her fingers flew across the screen. “There done.”

“What's done?”

“I asked Legacy.” Elodie grinned. “There's bound to be hundreds in the clubhouse. I mean its like orgy central there most weekends and accidents with club girls happen. He will get us one.”

“Legacy will tell Chance.”

“Relax, I told him it was for me. My brother will be too mad at Jax for knocking me up to say anything to anyone else. And on that note.” She climbed to her feet. “I need to phone Jax and warn him to stay at Dion's for a while. I wouldn't want my brother getting hold of him.”



One little word on a blue and white stick.

One word.

PREGNANT.

And my world imploded.