“What about this?” Ryan grins, holding up a plastic skeleton that glows in the dark.
“Maybe for Halloween.”
He grumbles and puts it back looking like a kid who has been told they can’t get a toy.
“Hey guys. What are you up to?” I turn to the sound of Sara’s voice. Harley is coming up behind her.
“Just browsing,” I answer before my man even thinks about telling them why we are really here. Sara is married to Hades and Harley, her cousin, is Reaper’s woman. Sara just recently announced her pregnancy and they are both so young they make me feel ancient. I am at least eight or nine years older than them. I will say though that I adore them both. Sara is always sweet to me and doesn’t treat me like a social leper.
“Cool. Us too. We’re looking for stuff to fix up the office for Quinn and the clubhouse. Make it more inviting,” Harley pipes in.
“You should get MaryAnn to help. She loves to decorate and make crafty shit,” Ryan informs them with an amused grin. He knows I hate feeling put on the spot. Damn him.
“Really? Oh my god. Would you because I haven’t a freaking clue where to start.”
“Sure. I need to run a few errands, but I can meet up with you in a couple hours.” What I don’t say is I have to go home to take a pregnancy test. I know they won’t judge and would be excited but right now I don’t want to tell anyone. I want it to stay between Ryan and me until we know for sure and until I find the courage to tell him my suspicions.
“We’ll see you at the clubhouse,” Sara says, and they move on once we agree on the time.
“Come on. You can look at this shit later with the girls.” Ryan pulls me along until we are standing in front of the pregnancy tests. He starts grabbing one of each and throwing them in our basket.
“We only need one, silly.”
“Just want to be sure.”
I move my head back and forth but don’t fight him on it. I guess he has a point.
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Ryan bangs on the bathroom door. “You alive in there? How long does the box say we gotta wait?”
“I haven’t peed on the stick yet.”
“Well why not?”
“I can’t pee on demand,” I whine.
“Want something to drink? Did you try turning the faucet on? Want me to play the audio of a waterfall?” I know he means well and is trying to be sweet but if he doesn’t stop pestering me I am going to kick him in the balls.
“No,” I snap.
“Are you nervous?”
I pause before yelling at him to go away. “I’m terrified,” I whisper my confession not sure if he can hear.
The door opens, and I curse myself for not locking it.
“Hello. Woman on the toilet here trying to pee on a stick.”
He makes a, “pfftttt,” sound. “And? I’ve licked your asshole, woman. I can damn sure watch you piss on a stick.”
“Oh my God. Don’t say that.” My cheeks blush. It shouldn’t embarrass me, but it does.
He looks around the small room confused and raises a brow at me. “Who else is listening. You hiding someone in the shower?” He pulls the curtain back and I laugh.
“Just stop and get out. Let me pee alone in peace,” I plead.
“Fine.” He stomps back into the bedroom.