“Am I crushing you?”
Nell gave a watery chuckle. “Yeah. But that’s okay.”
Kim burrowed deeper. “I just get confused. Sometimes I feel older than you were at sixteen!”
Wasn’t every teenager positive that she was more mature at every age than her parents had ever been? But Nell said gently, “I remember feeling that way, too. It’s part of believing the bad stuff won’t happen to you. But it does. It can.”
Kim was silent for a moment. Then she gave her mom a convulsive squeeze and wriggled off her lap. “Can I go on birth control, just in case?”
Nell’s heart sank. She tried not to show the intensity of her dismay. “I’d rather you did that, if you’ve decided to have sex.”
Chin defiantly high, Kim asked, “You’d give permission?”
“Yes. Which doesn’t mean I think you’re ready.”
The teenager pressed her lips together and gave a jerky nod. “Okay.”
“Just…let me know. If I need to sign something.”
Kim nodded again, averted her face, and went back to the couch. A second later, the movie blared into life.
Nell waited for a few minutes, staring blindly down at her book, before she set it down casually and stood. Not until she had left the room did she hurry. At the back of the house, in her own bathroom, she crumpled onto the toilet seat and buried her face in her hands.
She couldn’t be pregnant. Please, God, don’t let me be.
Her period had always been irregular. Just because she’d vaguely thought it was due didn’t mean anything. She didn’t pay that much attention. It might start tonight, tomorrow, next week. She had no cause to panic yet.
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