Loving You (Love Wanted in Texas 6)

When we finally settled down, I held her out at arm’s length. “No wonder you’re glowing. I noticed it the moment you opened the door. When did you find out?”

“Ten minutes ago!”

“Oh wow . . . wait. What? You just found out?”

She jumped up and down as she screamed out, “Yes!”

“Holy . . .”

“Shit! Holy shit!” Lauren said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the master bathroom. When she picked up the pregnancy test, she squealed and shoved it in my face.

Jumping back, I yelled out, “Gross! You peed on that thing!”

“Look! Look! Look!”

Laughing, I shook my head and said, “I can see it from here. It for sure says you’re pregnant.”

For one brief moment, jealousy raced through my veins before I quickly got it under control. “Does Colt know?”

She wrapped her arms around her body and shook her head. “No. I didn't even tell him I was suspecting it.”

“Have you been trying?”

“No. I started feeling kind of tired lately and when I didn’t get my period, I got curious.”

I took her hand in mine. “I take it this news makes you happy, then?”

Pressing her lips together, she nodded as more tears rolled down her face. “Colt?”

“I . . . I think he’s going to be happy. We hadn’t planned on kids this soon, but I swear to God there is something in the water here!”

Laughing, I pulled my best friend into my arms. “Remind me to drink bottled water.”

Lauren gasped and pulled back. “What? Are you having sex? With who? Why haven’t you told me?”

I held up my hands. “Whoa. Settle down, girl. I’m not having sex.”

Lauren frowned. “Well, that sucks.”

“Yeah, I kind of liked it the one and only time I tried it. It would be nice to experience it again.”

Lauren hooked her arm in mine as we made our way to her kitchen. As we walked through the house, I couldn’t help but smile. Everything about the house screamed Lauren. It was decorated in a French country theme, like something straight out of a home and garden book.

Walking into the kitchen, I looked around. “Did you paint your cabinets?”

Lauren glanced over her shoulder and stared at me. “No. They’ve always been this color.”

“Huh. Well did you do something different in here?”

She placed two glasses on the counter and pulled out the orange juice as she looked around the kitchen. “Nope. Nothing’s changed.”

With a frown, I brushed it off.

“Okay, so talk to me. I thought you had a date last night. No go?”

“Oh, it was a go. I mean he certainly thought it was a full on green light.”

With a giggle, Lauren took a sip of the orange juice and then sat on a stool at the kitchen island. “Do tell.”