Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 296

“Go away,” Jerome hisses. “You can see her later!”

“What the fuck, Jerome!” I hear Daniel snap and I gasp, going very still. Because Daniel – Daniel can’t know.

“She needs a minute –“ Jerome protests as Daniel – taller and broader than him – starts to push at the door.

“What’s wrong with her?” Daniel asks, suddenly frantic. “Is she all right?”

“She’s fine!”

“Then why won’t you let me in!?” The final word a shout, Daniel gives a hard shove at the door and Jerome stumbles back. Jerome spins towards me, shaking his head as I stare at Daniel, who almost falls into the room.

Daniel takes a moment to stare at me, to look between Jerome and I, taking in our ashen faces and shocked expressions.

“What the hell is going on, Fay?” he asks, angry now.

“Nothing,” I gulp, taking a step back towards the bathroom and cursing myself – absolutely cursing myself for not tucking the pregnancy test and its box away somewhere safe –

Daniel notices my step back and his eyes flash to the bathroom.

“What’s in there?” he asks, pressing the bedroom door shut behind him.

“Shit,” Jerome breathes, hanging his head in his hands again.

“Nothing!” I insist, taking another step backwards. But Daniel’s already on to me, and as he starts to take long strides to the bathroom – desperate to know what we’re hiding – I spin and dash in, reaching for the test still sitting peacefully at its spot by the sink.

My fingers almost touch it, but Daniel is too fast. His hand suddenly comes into my sight, reaching out for it – snatching it up off the sink before I can grab it.

“Daniel!” I protest, whirling on him, grabbing for the test, trying to get it back. “It’s mine!”

…if my life is completely over.

Slowly, too slowly, he looks up at me. “It doesn’t say anything,” he says, his face twisting in confusion. “What’s it supposed to – did you do it right?”

“Oh my god,” I snap, taking a stumbling step forward and grabbing the test out of his hand. “Daniel! It’s probably not done yet! And you’re supposed to let it lay flat!”

Daniel puts his hands up innocently as I place the test back on the counter.

“How long are you supposed to wait?” he asks, a little breathless, staring at it.

“Three minutes,” I say, crossing my arms and staring at the little stick as Jerome comes to stand between us. We’re all silent for a long second, together staring at the little piece of plastic, before I groan and flip it over so that we can’t see the result.

Then I turn away, burying my face in my hands and beginning to pace anxiously. “We’ll flip it over when three minutes are done,” I say, decided. “I can’t…stare at it and just guess.”