“Touché!” Phillip said as he saluted her with his glass before he took a sip, hoping to take the edge off a bit. He let the alcohol settle and then looked towards his bedroom door and then back towards Mallory. “I’m serious, she’s crying one minute, the next she’s ripping the bitch’s eyeballs out and castrating Nick.” He threw his hands up in defeat. “I don’t know what to do for her.”
“Okay, so what do we know?” Mallory asked as she took a seat at his kitchen island.
“She went, to hot stuff’s house and told him she wanted to be with him and the wicked witch of the west showed up and apparently ruined everything. Long story short, she told him she knew about him screwing the broad on his desk and she stormed out of the apartment, declaring it was over between them.” He paused wondering if he had forgotten anything.
The bedroom door opened and Sam’s cell phone flew, spiraling through the air like a football.
“I hate him!” She said miserably as she walked into the kitchen. “He had the audacity to leave a message telling me that he would give me a day to calm down and then I need to snap out of it! Is he out of his mind?”
“Sounds like a solid plan.” Phillip muttered and took another sip of his drink. Sam looked at him.
“Should you be drinking this early in the morning?” She asked incredulously.
“Don’t judge me! You’re the reason my liver has taken a beating this morning.” He said and looked at Mallory to say something.
“So let me see if I’m up to date. We hate Nick again?” Mallory asked.
“Yes.” Sam answered quickly and then looked back at Phillip. “Do you have any ice cream?”
“Oh my God do the two of you have your period?” Mallory said, looking back and forth between the lush and the one raiding the freezer. Sam stopped and turned around slowly.
“What did you say?” She asked as she slowly closed the freezer door and stared at Mallory livid.
“Relax, it’s just a joke.” She pointed to Phillip. “If anyone should be offended it should be him.”
Sam shook her head. “No, that’s not it.” She swallowed hard and looked at Mallory. “Did you get your period this month?”
Mallory searched Sam’s face and saw the fear register in her eyes. She and Sam were like clockwork. Mallory would get her monthly visitor first and Sam always had hers four days later. Their cycles were in sync for years. “Yes.” She said slowly.
Sam stared into Mallory’s eyes and saw the hesitation. “How long ago?” She asked hoarsely.
“Two weeks ago.” She said softly.
Phillip looked back and forth between the two females flabbergasted. “Can we maybe talk about something other than this?”
“Oh my God.” Sam whispered as she sank into a chair.
“Oh great, the crazy train is back.” Phillip said and rolled his eyes.
“Shut up you idiot!” Mallory told Phillip before turning around to Sam. “I take it we have a missed period?”
Sam nodded slowly, not looking at Mallory. It had never dawned on her that she and Nick hadn’t been careful. At first when they first started having sex it just kind of happened, neither, one of them had planned on it and so neither one of them planned on condoms, she supposed.
Phillip looked at Mallory. “Would you care to fill me in, I’m confused?”
Mallory glanced at him warningly. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” She asked between clenched teeth.
Sam swallowed hard and slowly looked up at Phillip. “I’m probably pregnant.” Her voice was barely audible.
Phillips eyes widened and he reached for the bottle of Irish Crème. “Well, shit, things just got interesting.”
Luke was switching out the exhaust pipe on a restored Thunderbird, switching the original for a supercharged one. He walked over to the portable tool chest and looked for the necessary tools he needed when he heard Nick slam the door to his truck. He shook his head slightly and glanced up at him. He wasn’t in the mood for a lecture, and by the series of phone calls, his friend fired at his phone, he was sure that was what he was in store for.
“Do you have a minute?” Nick asked as he ran his hands over his head, frustrated.
Luke placed the tools back on the cart, crossing his arms at his chest, he turned and faced Nick fully. He wasn’t about to answer any questions, hell the truth of the matter was he didn’t have the answers himself. “I don’t want to talk about what happened last night.” He said adamantly and then paused and looked at Nick for the answers. “Did Cara say anything to you when you dropped her off?”
Nick’s eyebrows drew together at his question. It had completely slipped his mind about what had transpired before the Sam and Erica disaster. He shook his head slightly. “No, actually she didn’t. She just thanked me for getting her out of there.” He waited a beat. “I know you got a lot of shit on your plate, and I hate to do this to you right now…” Christ it felt like Déjà vu, suddenly it was seven years earlier and Nick was letting Luke down when he needed him, much as he was present day. “I’m leaving tonight. I have some business in Seattle that I need to clear up.” He looked away, not able to meet Luke’s gaze, he hated himself for skipping out on him.