The joke’s on them. When they find out we’re living together, they’re going to be pissed off they didn’t know. I whistle as I head out the door.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Natalie
The white stick lays motionlessly on the counter between the white porcelain sinks. From the bedroom, the clock ticks as each second goes by. Five minutes is so fucking long.
This is longer than any five minutes I’ve ever endured. Well, at least since I was a kid, waiting for the bell to ring so I could break free from class. However, this test is the most important one I’ve ever taken.
“Can we look yet?” Trey frowns and leans against the wall. He’s trying to be nonchalant, but the fidgeting of his foot belays his nervousness.
“It’s only been three minutes.” I cross my arms and pace the floor.
A slow grin curves up his cheeks. “I guess we could have sex while we wait.”
I cock my head and give him a pointed look. “You’ve only got two minutes in you?”
“Shit, baby. I could cum in seconds looking at that pouty mouth of yours.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “You’re awful.”
“I’m a lady bits killer.” His grin wrinkles the corners of his eyes, and he drags me into his embrace.
When his large arms surround me, I sink into his hard, solid body and sigh. The scent of wood and spice fills my body with need. Seriously, he is a lady bit killer. It is ridiculous how perfect things have been since we got back together.
Well, except for that stupid thing where he puts the toilet paper under on the roll. It’s about to be a deal-breaker, but I’m betting a few more rounds of naked Twister, and I’ll win that battle as well.
His mouth presses against mine, and I close my eyes. Contentment and joy fill my entire being. I can’t wait for the sun to come up each day to see this beautiful man beside me. He’s beyond stunning.
As his lips trail kisses along my jawbone, my nipples tighten. At some point, I’m not going to want to jump his bones twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, but it might not happen until I’m in the nursing home.
A giggle escapes my lips. Shit. It would be like him to sneak into my room and corrupt me with his wicked ways, even when we’re eighty years old.
“Are you ready?” His husky voice vibrates against my ear.
“God, yes. I’m always ready.”
“I know,” he smirks. “But, I meant, are you ready to read the results?”
“Oh, that.” I blink, and some of the haze from his kiss disappears. “I’m ready.”
He releases me and grabs my hand. “Whatever the result is, we’re in this together.”
“One hundred percent.” I nod. No matter what, happens, I will never make the mistake of leaving him again. Not that it would matter. He’d hunt my ass down and drag me back home.
Slowly, we step to the sink. Two lines. Holy cow. My heart slams against my ribs, and my knees go weak. Oh, my God. What if something happens? Don’t go there. You’re not in the
same place. The stress isn’t there. You’re happy. Everything will be fine. Crap. My stomach clenches.
“Babe?” Trey places his hands on my face. “Everything will be fine. Got it?”
“Yes.” I nod and exhale. The trembling in my legs stops, leaving just my hands shaking. “It’s going to be fine. I’m good.” Everything will be fine. I’m having a baby with Trey. Everything is perfect.
I laugh and jump into his arms. His hands clasp my thighs as he holds me against him.
“Wow. This is a big deal.” He carries me into the bedroom and deposits me in the middle of the mattress.
The ceiling fan rotates in a slow circle above me as he climbs into bed and rests his hand on my belly.