LaTisha, but she would miss having the restaurant to
herself with Luther.
“Okay, I’ll ask her to cut two…but if they call me to cover
for someone then I’ll do it…deal?” Her mom nodded.
“Okay. It’s for your own good, you just look so sickly
lately.” Ivy nodded.
“I know mom.”
As Ivy lay in bed that night texting Luther she realized
just how exhausted she felt. Opening up a browser she began to search her
symptoms of feeling rundown and exhausted. She was sure it was just
overworking, but she’d never felt this tired for work before so she looked
through the possible causes. It was when she got to the third possible cause on
the list that her heart stopped. Ivy held her breath. It couldn’t be…Switching
back to her text messages, she texted to Luther.
I think I might be pregnant…
There was a long pause. Ivy waited as she watched her phone,
waiting to know what to do next. It felt like an eternity until the phone
buzzed in her hand:
Meet me tomorrow at work and we will find out for sure.
Don’t worry until then.
It was easy enough for Luther to tell her not to worry. He
had a job, a house and everything else he could need, Ivy thought. She still
had another year of college to go and she was living at home with her parents.
Oh God, she thought, her parents! How could she possibly hide something so huge
from them? And when they found out and asked her who the father was…how could
she tell them that it was the man they had warned her against at the Soda Fountain?
Ivy tossed and turned all night and by the time day broke
she texted Luther:
Can’t wait, going to drugstore to buy a test. Meet me there?
She waited for his response:
Meet me at my place, you can take it here.
Buying the test was as nerve wracking as the thought of
taking it and finding out the result, but Ivy knew that she had no choice. She
picked the drugstore furthest from her parent’s house and bought the test. She
picked up a pack of three just in case she needed confirmation. By the time she
got to Luther’s small townhome she could feel the nausea rising in her belly.
She knocked on the door and as soon as he answered she fell in to his arms.
“Oh my God, Luther, what am I going to do?” She could feel
the tears welling in her eyes. Luther wrapped his strong arms around her.
“You’re not going to do anything, honey. If WE are pregnant,
then WE will do it together. We will be just fine.” Ivy felt the tears begin to
slip from her eyes.
“I’m so scared, Luther.” He kissed the top of her head and pulled
her closer.
“Don’t be scared, we will be just fine, okay?” She nodded
silently against his chest. “Okay, so let’s get this test taken, shall we?” He
stepped back pulling her with him and closed the front door. “Come on, the
bathroom is right through here and I’ll stand outside the whole time.” Ivy
nodded quietly.
A few minutes later Ivy emerged from the bathroom.
“What does it say?” Luther asked anxiously. Ivy shrugged.
“We won’t know for another few minutes, but I was making
myself sick watching it.” Luther pulled her in to a hug.
“Stop. Take a deep breath. There is nothing that we can do
about the outcome of this test is there? So let’s wait a few more minutes
together and then we will look at it.” Ivy nodded.
“Will you look first?” Luther chuckled.
“Sure.” He rubbed his hand on her back. “You know, if we are
having a baby, you can move in here with me. We will do it together. You won’t
be on your own.” Ivy nodded, a small smile touching her lips.
“Thank you.” She whispered against his chest.
Chapter 8
Ivy struggled to get herself out of the recliner and finally
with a loud exhale she managed to push herself off. She waddled across the
living room.
“Are you okay in there, honey?” Luther’s voice came from the
kitchen over the sounds of plates being laid out.
“Yeah, I just have to pee again!” Luther laughed.
“I’m going to