Rage for Her by Miranda Grant

Author:Miranda Grant
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Writing Evolution

nineteen

As Phoebe sat on the bed, Emma paced vigorously around the room. It was a lot smaller than Tegan’s, more of an actual bedroom than a mini-apartment. There was a bed surrounded by two bedside tables, a desk with a chair, and a small sofa. A door was open in the far corner, leading into an en-suite, but that was it. There wasn’t a mezzanine or a kitchenette or a gym. It would take Emma all of five seconds to reach the other end of the room.

Unbothered by this, Emma paced back and forth like a tiger. She twisted her hands together, her nerves strung too tight for her to relax. Occasionally, she flicked a confused glance at Phoebe, as if she wasn’t quite sure what she was doing here.

In all honesty, Phoebe didn’t know either. All she knew was that she couldn’t leave Emma alone, especially after she’d received such unexpected news.

“You’re a therapist. So do some therapisting,” she muttered as Emma turned for the seventh time.

“What?” Emma asked.

“Ah, um…I was just asking… Do you feel pregnant?”

Emma stopped to look at her. In another two seconds, she was pacing again. “Well, I haven’t been sick and my boobs feel fine.” She squeezed them just to check. “Yep, fine.” Shaking her head, she laughed without any humor. “You know, I asked Rogan about using protection? After the second time, I mean.” She looked sheepish. “There was a lot going on the first time. I was just getting my powers and my sister needed me, still does, and then I almost died and –” She stopped, took a deep breath. “Fuck. That bastard told me I was infertile, and that was a massive surprise because I have my period every month. Like, really? I think if someone’s going to be infertile, the gods could at least be nice and take away their period. That’s only fair, right?”

Phoebe stared dumbfounded. None of her classes had quite prepared her for this. Oh sure, they’d talked about all the different ways people handled trauma but to actually be face-to-face with someone on the verge of a panic attack? What if she messed up? What if she made Emma worse.

No, she could do this. She had her certificate and everything. Phoebe had gotten it using her real name, but surely no school would let her graduate just because she was the ward of Jólfrson Castle. Right?

“Shit, I am so not ready to be a mother,” Emma rambled.

“You might not be,” Phoebe reminded her, hoping that would calm her down. “So why don’t we get you tested first and then panic if it’s true?”

Crap, had she said that last bit jokingly enough or did Emma now think she should panic if she found out she was pregnant? Taking her own advice, Phoebe decided to focus on the cause of their concern first. If Emma wasn’t with child, then neither had to worry.

“Oh my God, yes!” Emma shouted. “Where do I get a stick here?”

“What?”

“A pregnancy stick to test if I’m pregnant.

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