My tears dotted the sleeve of his T-shirt.
His eyes lit. “Emotional?” He tilted his head. “Do you think…?
I unwrapped myself from his arms and stood. “I brought it with me. It’s in the guestroom.”
I walked down the hall to the room I stayed in last night. I barely slept, worried that Luke would send me home. That he wouldn’t be able to forgive me.
I dug through the bottom of my bag and pulled out the cardboard box with the plus and minus sign on the picture.
“That’s it?” he asked.
I nodded. “Are you ready for this? You sure?”
He cupped my face. “Yes.”
“Ok. I’ll be right back.” I walked into the bathroom. I read the instructions five times. I wanted to get it right. I wanted to give Luke what he wanted.
I opened the door, leaving the stick on the counter.
“We have to wait three more minutes,” I reported.
We sat on the bed, staring into the bathroom. What was on that stick was going to change our lives.
“Go check it,” he urged.
I was almost shaking. I pushed open the door and stared at the stick. I stared at it, making sure I read the stick correctly. I held it out and walked back to Luke.
“What is it?” His face was expectant.
“Not pregnant,” I choked on the words.
“You’re not?” He took the stick from my hands. “You’re not.”
I saw the disappointment in his eyes. “I’m sorry. It was a fluke anyway, right? And we were trying not to get pregnant. So, I didn’t think you wanted a baby.”
His gaze lifted to mine. “Not want a baby? I’ve thought. I’ve prayed I got you pregnant. That the fucking broken condom was a sign that I needed to get my shit together. It happened for a reason. Because I was supposed to get you pregnant.”
“You did?” My heart pounded. “You wanted to get me pregnant?”
His hand tugged in my pajama pants. “I do. I want to knock you up so fucking bad.”
“Oh God.”
I dropped to the bed as Luke pulled me on top of him. “This is crazy,” I whispered.
He shoved my pants off my ankles. I bucked when I felt his fingers feather between my legs. He traced a circle over my clit.
“You are going to have my baby, Alexa Wilde.”
I nodded. “I am.”
He spread my legs and pushed a finger inside, curling it towar
d my G-spot.
“I missed the last three days,” I breathed.
“What?”