He shifted slightly in his sleep and then began snoring.
Just then, she felt more than indigestion welling.
Putting her hand in front of her mouth, she ran to the bathroom.
The way she was going, she was going to wind up with no friends in this new town.
The Gypsy's words came back to her unbidden. "What you want has already been established. In time, you will be led into it or it will come to you..."
Grimacing, she yanked her dresser drawer open and grabbed her clothes. She wished she'd never gone to see that stupid charlatan! She kept thinking every man she'd ever met might be The One. It was so aggravating!
She wasn't going to let Ashley run her off that easily! She was putting down roots.
Jason woke up slowly, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "I'm up!" he told her groggily.
"No! Get up. Get out of bed! We need to talk!" she persisted.
"What the hell, Ash? I'm up, okay? What do we need to talk about?" he glanced over towards the window. "Plumbbob, what time is it?"
"It's 10 in the morning," Ashley said absently, pacing the room, then turning abruptly and facing him. "I think I'm pregnant," she snapped.
And he liked it.
"Ashley, this is awesome!" he said with a huge grin.
Ashley blew out a shaky breath and nodded. "I was going to be a model," she said miserably. "But, I can't be a model with stretch marks."
Seeing Ashley with him, Liz didn't even bother speaking up.
With a disgruntled glance, she pulled her hand back. "Let's just get it over with," she said dully, stalking towards the entrance.
Was this how it was always going to be? Only talking to each other when Ashley wasn't there?
Ashley gave him a weak smile.
Jason held the ring out to her again. "Do you mind making a decision quicker? My knee's getting cold," he joked.
Jason let out a whoop and stood up quickly, dragging her into his arms and squeezing her tight. "I can't wait to tell Liz!" he told her.
Ashley's eyes narrowed with displeasure.
Hell, it's 5 o'clock somewhere...
Sorority sister Paris Vanderbuilt gasped with surprise. "You mean, he actually proposed?" she asked with shock.
Ashley frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "Of course he proposed to me! He's infatuated with me!"
She would keep news of her pregnancy quiet for the time being, she thought sourly. Annoyed by the thought that the only reason he was marrying her was because she was pregnant.
"Can I have another drink? Something cute and purple!" she asked with a burst of giggles. This would be her 4th... no... probably the 5th... 6th? Oh, who cared. She was feeling good!
The bartender sighed. "God, I'm getting too old for this," he mumbled under his breath as he prepped her drink.
She dialed the only person she could think of...
August took in Liz with her lopsided smile. He couldn't stay mad at her. "What are friends for, right?" he asked in a show of good will.
Ashley glanced up from the carton of ice cream with a scowl. "How the hell am I supposed to know? I'm not her keeper!" she snapped.
Jason bit his tongue, chalking Ashley's response up to pregnancy hormones. "Okay," he said cautiously. "I'm just gonna go call my Mom."
August weakly caved when she ran her hands through his hair and sucked on his neck.
He'd sent her a text at midnight asking where she was & she still hadn't responded.
Sighing, he set the book aside and laid back in bed. Liz was an adult. She could stay out all night without calling him to check in. After all, it wasn't like they were dating or anything!
But, he still worried.