Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

“Thank you.” I smiled, ending the call. I decided I needed to unplug for a while. I turned the phone off.

I heard Luke’s footsteps behind me.

“I need your Wi-Fi password.”

“Oh. Yeah. Could we talk for just a second before you go back there?”

“What’s up?”

I was just going to do it. I was going to make all these dreams come true. I’d take Helena’s advice. She was right. I deserved it. I deserved Luke.

“Would you be my date for the CYAs?” I blurted it out before I could talk myself out of it.

Luke stared at me. “Are you fucking with me?”

“No.” I walked toward him. “I want you to be there with me. If you want to.” I looked into his dark eyes.

“Do I have to wear a tux?” He cracked a smile.

I twisted my lips. “Helena could probably find a tux that’s more your style. Does that mean you’ll go? Would you want to?”

His palm landed on my bottom. “See my girl kick everyone’s ass? Hell yeah I’ll go.”

I grinned so hard it hurt. “Oh my God. This is happening.”

He tipped my chin up. “I’ll be there.”

“It’s six weeks away, so I just need this time to convince Jake. Ok?”

I saw his playful look turn to a scowl. He hated Jake’s name. “You realize a lot can change in that amount of time?”

“W-what?” My eyes darted frantically.

Did he not think we could survive the weeks? Because what I felt was the kind of emotion that moved mountains. It was what songs were written from. It inspired epic movies. What connected Luke and me was crushing and suffocating and everything I’d always wanted.

His fingers tickled my belly. “This is what I’m talking about. You could be pregnant.”

“Oh,” I whispered. The relief was replaced with new alarm. Holy shit. I couldn’t go to the CYAs knocked up.

“Do you think you are?” There was something hopeful and sweet in his eyes. Jake had pegged him all wrong.

“I don’t know. It’s too soon to take a test or anything like that.”

“When can you?”

I swallowed. We were talking about this. Actually talking about taking a pregnancy test while we were standing in my kitchen on the day the CYA list came out.

“I-I haven’t really looked into it.”

“And is it ok for you to drink coffee?”

I looked at the full mug. “Coffee?”

“Yeah, I thought pregnant women had to stay away from that shit.”

“Luke, we don’t know that I’m pregnant and we’ve been careful every other time.”

“Have we?” He eyed me. “Last night? This morning? Pulling out isn’t birth control, baby.”