#Chapter 11 - Outfit

“What?!” I shout, practically falling over myself. “I-I-we-because-that’s actually impossible considering he’s only finge—” “Karin!” Ansel roars, scaring me quiet. I lower my head. “Sorry.” I didn’t mean for my outburst, but the accusation had caught me completely off guard. There’s no way that I could be pregnant when Ansel and I have never had sex. My face turns as white as a sheet. Oh God. What if he was suggesting that I was pregnant before I got here? The idea of that thought infiltrating Ansel’s mind scares me more than the suggestion prior. “I’m not pregnant,” I say as evenly as I can. “It’s just a lot of food in such a small span of time. I know I overdid it before, but this is really a bit much.” My face grows hot to the touch, and my mouth salivates. Standing, I dart to the bathroom to vomit. “I appreciate everything, but please take it all away,” I say between breaths. “Of course,” Maggie says on the other side. There is shuffling and I can hear the clatter of