That was when he noticed what he had been too distracted to notice. He studied her lower abdomen. It was only the slightest change, almost imperceptible, even on close inspection. Almost. He glanced up at her, denial and a thousand questions running through his mind.
* * *
Oh, God. He knew. Charlie knew she was pregnant.
They’d just had one-last-time-before-he-left sex and he’d noticed her beginning of a pregnancy bump. Savannah hadn’t thought about that when she’d thrown herself at him. All she’d been thinking was how good being in his arms had felt.
But her little three-month-along belly stuck out just enough that he’d noticed the subtle change.
“Savannah?”
She tugged the covers further over her body, realized it wasn’t near enough. She got up and put on her yoga pants and T-shirt.
“Tell me I’m not seeing what I think I saw.”
“You didn’t see what you think you saw,” she responded as emotionless as she could.
“Yes, I did.” The words came out as if they’d escaped from a mangled throat.
“Then don’t ask me to tell you that you didn’t.”
“Explain yourself.”
“What do you mean, explain myself? I’d say it’s pretty self-explanatory and I didn’t get this way by myself so don’t go giving me that big bad doctor tone.”
“It’s true?” He sounded incredulous, and not in a good way. More like he was about to be sick or run away.
He was about to run away.
Drive away, at any rate.
She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re pregnant? That sure as hell matters to me. How long have you known?”
Savannah winced, guilt slamming her. “A while.”
“How long?”
“You remember my good news that I never got to tell you?”
His face was pale, almost ashen. “Since then? Two months and you couldn’t find a moment to tell me?”
“I tried.” She shrugged as if it were no big deal even though she knew better. “It never felt right. You were leaving. I was staying.”
His jaw dropped, worked back and forth. “You weren’t going to tell me?”
“I was going to tell you. I just hadn’t figured out when.”
“When our kid started school? When he hit puberty? Left for college? When?”
She flinched. “Before then. Way before then. Before he’s born, but I don’t know exactly when I would have told you. Not until after you were moved and settled, I think.”
“He? It’s a boy?”
He’d zeroed in on the pronoun, but she shrugged. “I don’t know. I go for my first ultrasound tomorrow.”
“How far along are you?”