It's Our Time (Carolina Rebels 3)

“I know,” she interrupts. “I didn’t know how to bring him back into the picture and things kind of blew up.”

Ain’t that the truth. A wave of nausea hits me hard. I squeeze my eyes closed, take a controlled breath, waiting to see if I’ll need to go to the bathroom.

“Sydney? You okay?”

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’ve been sick.”

“Sick?” She sounds surprised. “You don’t normally get sick. I mean, the only time I remember you being sick was when you were pregnant with Savannah.”

My eyes fly open. Oh god. Could I be pregnant?

“What’s wrong with you?” she continues, not realizing I’m frozen and feeling lightheaded. “You don’t think it’s contagious, do you? Should I take Savannah? Let you rest? Sydney?”

“I was sick not too long ago with that virus Savannah brought home from her daycare,” I remind her. “Will you take her? Let her spend the night with you and Logan? I’m sure she’d love that anyway.”

“Yeah. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. I think it’s a bad virus or something.”

I nervously sit at the table while Carey and an excited Savannah pack a bag for her to spend the night over there. Once they leave, I run to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test. I walk into the apartment and nearly drop the bag when I see Ian.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He smiles. “I was wondering where you were. Where’s Savannah?”

“Ah. She is spending the night with Carey and Logan.”

“You guys made up?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He closes the distance between us and kisses me gently. “How are you feeling, babe?”

“Not good,” I reply honestly. “I could be sick or…” My voice trails off and the confusion soon appears on his face.

“Or what?” he asks. I hand him the bag. He pulls the handles apart and drops the bag, quickly picking it back up. “You think you might be pregnant?” His eyes are wide. He gulps as he stares and waits for an answer.

“Maybe?” I whisper. “Carey said something and I realized the last time I felt this terrible, I was pregnant with Savannah. I could have some virus, but I could be pregnant, too.”

“Wouldn’t you know?”

“I’ve been really irregular since I had Savannah, so I didn’t think much about not having it yet.”

“Okay.” He takes a deep breath that somehow calms me down. Ian takes my hand in his and leads me to the bathroom. He gives me the bag and nudges me inside. “Do whatever and then let me in and we’ll find out.”

I step into the bathroom and close the door.

“All I wanted was to come home for my pregame nap, babe,” he says from the other side with a touch of teasing in his tone.

I can’t help but laugh. “Don’t be an ass, Ian.”

“Or sex and a nap since Savannah isn’t here.”

“Sex is what got us here.” His talking to me helps calm my nerves, so I’m grateful for that.

“At least it was fucking fantastic sex.”

I laugh again. Soon, it’s time to wait, so I open the door for Ian. He sits on the edge of the tub and pulls me to sit in his lap. “What if it’s positive?” I ask.

“What if it’s negative?” he parrots back.