Catching the Player (A Hamilton Family 3)

What are we going to do?

“Jesus Christ.”

She made a small sound. “Wyatt…”

“Don’t. Just…” He slashed a hand through the air. “Just give me a second.”

She said nothing, giving him what he asked for—like always.

For some reason, that just pissed him off even more. She fidgeted with her glasses, something else she always did when she was upset or nervous. He knew that about her now.

He knew lots of things about her.

Closing his eyes, he cursed under his breath. Images played out in his mind. Standing on a field, the crowd cheering for him. At home as a kid, sitting on his father’s lap in his library as he read a book to him. His mother hugging him tightly, singing a song to him and not letting go as her perfume washed over him. And last, but not least, Kassidy and him in the shower, discussing whether or not they still needed to use a condom.

Clearly, the answer was yes.

Also clearly, they’d messed up when they opted not to.

The question was…

What happened next?

“Say it,” he rasped. “Say the words.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she wrapped her arms around herself. Her lower lip trembled, and she stared at the floor as she said the words he swore he would never hear spoken to him.

“I’m pregnant.”

Chapter Sixteen

Okay, he wasn’t happy.

She didn’t expect him to be.

Heck, she wasn’t exactly happy, either. This wasn’t her plan. This wasn’t what she’d meant when she said she wanted to try new things, and live. She wasn’t sure she even liked kids, let alone wanted them. But she’d had a few more hours than he had to come to terms with the fact that, despite her plans and uncertainty, this was a very real reality for her.

Maybe for him, too.

Though, judging from the fact that he had literally just told reporters he had never wanted children and never would, and the fact that he was about to break out in hives at the mere idea of his impending fatherhood, she didn’t think he was going to step into the role so easily…

If at all.

“How did this happen?” he rasped, dragging a hand down his face.

“Well, when a man and a woman like one another, and they have—”

He scowled. “Kassidy.”

Okay, okay. Humor wasn’t the right way to go about this, apparently. Fair enough. “I don’t know. I’ve been taking my pill, and I didn’t miss any.”

“Are you sure?”

She crossed her arms, trembling with nerves that made her want to throw up again but trying to ignore them so she didn’t mess everything up. “Of course, I’m sure.”

He frowned at her, saying nothing.

“Do you honestly think I would lie to you about that? To, what, trap you into something?” she asked. Her chest ached as if he’d stabbed into it with a jagged knife.