Surrender #03 Beautiful Surrender by Priscilla West

Author:Priscilla West [West, Priscilla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-11-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Sunday was a blur of errands and getting my life in order. Seeing Vincent in a family environment was a serious eye-opener. After the way he had handled Marty, I was afraid I was dating a hyper-logical man with the emotions of a caveman. But now, seeing him with Brady, it was clear he had a lot of love in his heart. That made me feel good.

Monday morning I dragged my feet out of bed and lurched my way to work. As I stepped off the elevator on the forty-eighth floor of the tall, glass building housing Waterbridge-Howser, I started feeling dizzy. I had a rough night trying to sleep and only ended up getting a few hours. When I got to my office, I put down my bag and walked right back out. I needed caffeine. Badly.

I went to the common kitchen area with my cup. When I smelled the coffee pot, it made me nauseous.

“Man, who made the coffee this morning? It smells terrible.”

An analyst named Sam was also in the kitchen; he was busy slathering a bagel with cream cheese. He took a bite of his bagel then a sip of his mug. “Hmm tastes fine to me. I don’t smell anything unusual.”

“You don’t smell it? It smells like dirty feet and tires.”

“Maybe you got a super sniffer.”

“A what?”

“You know, like someone who has super sensitive taste buds except with smell. I saw it on an episode of Law & Order. When the police dog was unable to sniff out drugs from a crime scene, they brought in this guy who was a super sniffer.”

Suddenly curious that I might have a superpower, I asked, “Did he find anything at the scene?”

He nodded vigorously. “He sniffed out this scent that the dog wasn’t trained to detect. It was some weird chemical that led the police to this abandoned paint factory where they found incriminating evidence.”

“Interesting.”

“See if you can sniff my deodorant.” He lifted up his armpit and I noticed a faint sweat stain on the shirt fabric. Fortunately he was several feet away.

“I can’t smell anything from here.”

“Maybe you’re not a super sniffer then.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I have that ability. Otherwise, I would’ve probably figured it out earlier.”

He took another bite of his bagel. “Could be you’re pregnant.”

I nearly dropped my empty mug but caught it at the last moment. “What?”

He finished chewing. “When my wife was pregnant, she couldn’t stand certain smells. Like coffee and the smell of the grocery store.”

I laughed nervously and batted my hand at the notion. Sam shrugged and went off to his own desk to do work or perhaps ponder the mystery.

I remained in the kitchen. What if I really was pregnant?

The past couple weeks raced through my mind. I’d vomited twice. The first time I’d attributed to bad Chinese food. The second time happened because I was distraught over Marty showing up and the argument with Vincent that followed. Surely it wasn’t morning sickness . . .

My hand flew to cover my open mouth when I realized something: it was almost a week now that my period was late.

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