One side of his mouth rose and the heaviness in his eyes lightened as he cupped my cheek. “If I had to pick a baby mama, I’d definitely pick you.”
I dropped my forehead to his then gave him a chaste kiss before slipping away. “So, I’ll just get this done.”
Flashing him the brightest smile I could manage, I grabbed the paper bag with the tests. Nestled inside with them was chocolate-peppermint “intimate” lotion.
“How did you sneak this in here?” I held up the tube.
He wiggled his fingers. “Magic.”
It made me grin even when I would’ve said I was far too scared. But the weird thing was I wasn’t anymore as I closed myself in the small bathroom with the pedestal sink and cheerful lighted snowman sitting on the back of the commode.
I faced myself in the mirror. I looked tired, worse for wear, maybe a little bedraggled. But I didn’t look frightened.
And I wasn’t alone. However this went, I wasn’t alone today.
I wouldn’t be tomorrow either. I had to believe that.
Taking the tests was pretty straightforward. I’d also consumed enough liquid to make it easy. I set the two sticks on the sink and opened the door, leaning against the jamb.
Thor was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, but he lifted it immediately as I came into the room. He jumped to his feet, prepared to do any kind of battle I needed.
Even with a duo of preggo sticks.
There was no way I could tell myself that any part of this man was anywhere else right now but here in this room with me. He’d been by my side every day since I’d had the fucking wisdom to come to him for help with my house.
Sometimes I was a damn near genius.
“Waiting.” I tucked my hands under my arms and didn’t object as he drew me close and rested his chin on top of my head. One of us was shaking.
Possibly both.
Hell, probably both.
His voice was thick when he spoke again. “Uh, you think we should check now?”
“I guess.”
“Do you want me to?”
I drew in a breath sharp enough to make my ribs ache. “We can do it together.” Biting my lip, I looked up at him and held out my hand.
He clasped it with his own and lifted it to his mouth, brushing a quick kiss over my knuckles. “Whatever happens, it’s you and me. You and me, Ruby. Got it?”
The lump in my throat made it impossible to speak, but I nodded. I nodded like my life depended on it. In a very real way, it did.
This was everything.
We crowded into the doorway together, laughing a little as we made ourselves fit. He nudged me through first, but I hung back so he could pick up the tests. First one, then the other.
Wordlessly, he showed them to me. One had two lines. The other said pregnant.
His large fingers shook as he grabbed some toilet paper and wrapped them in it. But rather than tossing out the bundle, he set it on the edge of the sink. Then he drew me into his arms.
The best place in the world for me to be while I sniffled and shook like a…well, like a damn girl. But he was shaking too, and his eyes were wide and damp when they met mine.
“Congratulations, mama,” he whispered, framing my cheeks with his hands before he kissed me, soft and sweet.
I could do this. I could.