Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Did you look at it yet?”
I felt his gaze on me and looked at him, shaking my head slowly. “No, me and the toilet had to have a little talk before I had a chance.” The corner of his mouth lifted and he chuckled softly before turning his attention back to the counter. I found myself doing the same thing before pulling away from him and walking over to it. The angle didn’t allow me to see the little screen on the test that would tell me the results.
“I hope it says you’re pregnant,” he said suddenly, and I snapped my head to the side and looked at him.
I felt tingles race through me. I felt excitement and hope. “Yeah?”
He gave me this blinding smile, all straight, white teeth flashing. “And if it says you’re not, then I want to try, baby.”
My heart started beating for a different reason now. All I felt was this happiness moving through me, the possibility that this was really going to happen, even if it wasn’t today.
“I want that too.”
His grin was just as big as mine felt.
I reached out with a shaky hand, picked up the test, and looked down at it. I blinked a few times, feeling as if time stood still as I stared at that little digital screen. There was no denying the word that stared back at me all bold and bright, a testament to what our future now held.
PREGNANT.
Mal didn’t say anything, just moved behind me, his heavy, reassuring presence giving me strength, allowing me to lean back against him, knowing he would catch me no matter what. He curled his hand gently around mine that held the little stick, tipped it up and toward him, and I swore I felt him smile against me.
He inhaled sharply, his chest filling with air before he exhaled slowly. And then he was spinning me around in his arms, the pregnancy test skittering across the bathroom counter as he embraced me. He lifted me up easily and put my ass on the granite, my legs spread so he could fit between them. He was about to kiss me when I covered my mouth and shook my head, laughing softly.
“Remember, I had an appointment with the porcelain god just a minute ago.”
He chuckled softly, and muttered, “You know I don’t care about that.”
I knew that, but I did, unfortunately, and there was no way I wanted him to kiss me with this flavor in my mouth. But he didn’t press it and instead tangled his hand in my hair, pulling my head to his chest so I was leaning against him. And then he just held me.
He just held me, and held me, and held me, and it was the most glorious feeling in the world.
Mal pulled back but only long enough to drop down to his knees, push my shirt up, and stare at my flat belly. I felt his warm breath skate along my skin, and I covered my mouth for a different reason this time, a reason that this big, strong man I loved so much looked so vulnerable in this moment.
And he looked so absolutely, positively happy.
“A baby,” he murmured in this awe-inspired voice as he tipped his head back and looked up at me, his smile blinding. “A baby, Delilah.”
I was smiling and laughing, everything in me so attuned to this moment, so light and free. And then I started laughing harder. He did the same, rising up and pulling me in for another embrace.
And we stayed like that, my big, strong protector holding me, my husband, my soul mate, and now the father of the baby I carried.
The End.