“It isn’t? Do you even have friends besides me and God?”
His lips quirked. “Is that what we are? Friends?”
“I don’t know. It’s not like I can just call you my spanking buddy. And you don’t like it when I call you my daddy.”
He glared at me, his eyes darkening with hunger. “It’s not that Idon’tlike it.”
I swallowed.
Oh.
“I call you my confessor, in my head.”
“I suppose that’s accurate.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I call you my temptress.”
“Look at us. Revealing all our secrets.”
“Hardly. My sins are for God’s ears.”
“I tell you all mine.”
His fingers twitched, and he clenched that beard-shadowed jaw. As he stepped toward me, the door burst open, and a bedraggled Moira rushed inside the room.
“Okay, I got five tests and some ice cream, either for celebrating or wallowing. God, I hate human stores.”
Caleb stepped back, and I knew whatever he’d been about to say or do was gone. The moment was lost. “I’ll leave you two.”
“You’re not staying for the results?”
“I already know the answer,” he said. “Enjoy your ice cream.”
He left without another word, and Moira simply shrugged and shoved the bag of tests into my hands. “Go. Pee. I’ll wait.”
Three minutes later, I stared down at the two tests I’d taken. My eyes filled with tears and my hands shook as I opened the bathroom door.
“Well? Am I a godmother for real?” Moira called.
“Negative.”
Moira whooped and then laughed. “Since the danger has passed, I feel like I can admit this now. I was kind of excited about it. How weird is that?”
I could hear her moving around, dishing out ice cream as I stared at the tests in my hands.
It wasn’t weird. As relieved as I was, I couldn’t deny the little disappointed twist in my chest.
In the whirlwind between finding out being pregnant was a possibility and then learning it wasn’t, I’d run the gamut of emotions.
I was supposed to be happy about this... right?
My body wanted one thing, my mind another. Stupid biology. Stupid heat. Stupid ovaries.
With a deep breath, I tossed the tests into the trash and washed my hands before joining Moira. As I walked back into our bedroom, I burst into laughter.
“Moira, what the hell is this?”
She gave the ground filled with inflated condoms a proud look. “What? I got you some balloons.”
“Gee, thanks.”