Lucky Baby (Crescent Cove 11)
I shrugged. “Did it work?”
“Moderately. But I can’t take a test yet. I just can’t and act like a functioning person in front of all these people.”
“After?”
She hesitated. “Isn’t seeing my belly grow to match the giant boobs answer enough?”
“Kinda takes longer than my patience would allow.”
“Not really. They’re growing by leaps and bounds already.” She heaved out a sigh. “Fine. After.”
“Thank you.” I cupped her still cold hand in mine and kissed her knuckles. “Together is a word you should try to get used to.”
She gripped her stomach with her other hand. “One thing at a time, Thor.”
“Are you sick?”
“Hell if I know. I just need some food. Or maybe to puke. I can’t really tell.”
I blew out a half laugh. “We’ll start with food and go from there.”
“We’re so late—”
I rubbed her knuckles and shifted in my seat. Time to see if I could dig us out of this snow mess. “Better late than never, and they can’t start without me.”
Turned out they could, in fact, start without both of us. Or they would have if we hadn’t shown up precisely when we had.
We parked as close as possible in the half full lot. There weren’t a ton of people here. I knew Lu had said it was a small wedding, but women tended to underestimate. I had no doubt the weather had kept some away.
That snowbank right in the middle of the rise that led to Happy Acres probably hadn’t helped. If I didn’t have a wedding to be part of myself, I would’ve gone down there and tried to make a dent in the snowpack.
The physical exertion would’ve helped to clear my mind and the assortment of thoughts whirling through it like the snow pelting our faces like little chips of ice.
Such as…
Did you really fuck Ruby without a condom?
Holy shit, best ever.
But she could get pregnant…nope, guess what, she can’t!
That barn door is already housing a horse—if her feminine vibes are right about the occupancy of her uterus.
Judging from the way she kept covering her mouth with her gloved hand—not that she had brought any of her own, but I kept an extra pair in the truck—and squinting as if she was trying to figure out if she could make it to the front door of the main building, I had to think she had a good read on her own body. Women’s intuition or some shit.
Besides, she’d been hanging out more with Blondie. Maybe that extraterrestrial sense rubbed off or something.
Not extraterrestrial, dumbass. Extrasensory. Did that slide into the snowbank knock something loose?
My messed-up thinking probably had more to do with my major life changes in the last hour, but anything was possible.
I grabbed her bag, then helped her out of the car.
Dear God, a baby. Mine. Hers. Ours?
Why did you tell her you were in love with her? Want her to have more ammunition against you?
All I wanted was for her to have the truth. She needed to know how I felt.