Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I put my hands on my hips, and my blood pressure is going through the roof. The tightness in my chest gets tighter and tighter. "Gorgeous," I say between clenched teeth. I can't remember the last time we disagreed about something. I mean, we bicker, but after like five minutes, I'm over it and just want to kiss her anyway. "You are really…"
"We need to talk," she says, and when she looks at me, I can see the turmoil in her eyes. I can tell that whatever she has to tell me is bad. I can also tell that whatever she has to tell me she doesn't know how to tell me. My heart sinks to my feet.
"Oh my God," I say in a whisper. "You're seeing someone else." My mouth goes dry at the question as the pain in my chest comes on full force. Yes, we aren't technically “dating” because I don't want to put a label on it, or else, I know she's going to freak out, but that is the first thing that came to my mind. I shake my head, trying to clear the image of her and someone else out of my brain. The left side of my arm starts to twitch, and I put my hand to my chest, thinking maybe this is me having a heart attack. "Do you smell burnt toast?" I ask her. Maybe I'm having a stroke.
"Really?" she says, rolling her eyes. "That's the first thing that comes to your mind?"
"I have no idea what to think since you aren't giving me anything." I throw my hands up in the air. "You're sitting there with tears in your eyes. You have no light in your eyes. You haven't made one snarky remark about me showing up here without calling. It's the only thing that came to mind."
"When would I have time to see someone else?" she asks me. "We literally sleep together every night.”
"Not every night," I remind her, thinking of the nights she leaves me because heaven forbid we get used to each other.
"I threw up today,” she tells me. I take a step to her, and she holds up her hand to stop me.
"Are you okay now?" I look around to see if maybe she needs something. "Do you want me to get you water?" I ask. The beating of my heart picks up again just as I walk over to the kitchen and open her fridge. "Did you want maybe some Gatorade?"
"Ugh," she says, putting her head back on the back of the couch.
"Are you going to be sick?" I ask her and then look at her. "Why don't you have a bucket around in case you throw up? Do you want some soup?" I ask, sitting next to her now and taking my phone out of my pocket. "Maybe just the broth. I can call Luke and see if he can make you something."
"I don't think soup is going to make this better," she says softly, looking down at her lap, and I notice something white in her hand with a blue tip.
"Oh, God," I say, and she looks over at me. "You didn't go on Google again, did you?" I shake my head. "The last time you did that, you thought you had bedbugs. You were throwing your mattress out the window."
"It looked like bedbugs," she says through clenched teeth.
"It was mosquito bites,” I remind her. "We went hiking."
"Bennett." She says my name and then holds up a white stick in her hand.
"What is that?" I take it from her, not sure what I'm looking at until I see the word pregnant. My mouth opens as I look at her. "Is this…?" My hands shake as I hold the stick. So many emotions are going through me, but the main one is my heart feels so full.
"I can tell you what it's not." She blinks away the tears. "It's not a thermometer."
My heart fills my throat as I look down at the letters again. "Pregnant," I say the words again. The tears fill my eyes. "I can't." The lump in my throat makes it hard to say anything. But I can't stop the smile that fills my face. From ear to ear. "We're having a baby." I lean in to her. "We're having a baby." I kiss her ever so lightly. She moves her hand up, palming my cheek.
"I don't know about the we part," she says, "but I am definitely with child."
Chapter 5
Presley
"Pregnant." He says the word, and I can see the tears filling his eyes. Which in turn makes my stomach flutter, which then makes me blame the baby. "I can't." He gets choked up, and the smile on his face is from ear to ear. "We're having a baby." My heart is pounding so hard I think it's literally going to come out of my chest. "We're having a baby." He leans in and kisses my lips softly. The nerves die down just a bit. My hand moves up on its own as I cup his cheek.