Chapter 40

SHE got up from her kneeling position, the phone slipped off her hand and fell with a lazy thud on the bed, as she kept on screaming.

“Jesus, Jesus!” She continued screaming, her voice sharp, jagged, as though the very air had betrayed her.

“What?”

She looked at him, her hand cupped over her mouth, trembling. He was now stretching, half-awake, still caught between dream and reality.

Adrian stirred and woke up, opening his eyes. Curiosity spread across his face, his brows knitting into a line of worry.

“Jesus Christ! Adrian?” Her voice cracked, almost breaking.

He sat up quickly, alarmed by the desperation in her tone.

“What is it? What is it? Why are you screaming?” He asked, his voice heavy with sleep, but his eyes trying to adjust to the chaos in front of him.

She looked at him, eyes wide and glassy, her finger shaking as it pointed toward the phone lying on the bed.

“The automobile guy is pregnant for you!” she screamed, her v