"Nothin' I haven't seen, darlin'."
I open the fridge and grab my creamer, ignoring Payton's eyes burning a hole in my head as he watches me pour a cup of coffee.
"Trust me, you want me caffeinated."
I take a sip, and my mood instantly lifts. Payton shrugs with a smirk, then sets a pan on the burner.
"This better not be the fake shit, or I swear, I will hurt you."
He stays silent while taking the eggs and bacon from the fridge. I watch as he prepares our food and suspiciously drink my coffee.
"Here. Go take this while I finish up." He digs into his pocket, then removes a pregnancy test.
There's a sparkle of hope in his eyes, and I hate to disappoint him for the third month in a row.
"I haven't felt any symptoms," I explain.
Aside from the constant sex dreams.
"Not all women do right away," he confirms. "Based on what I read, only fifty percent of women have early symptoms." Then he hands me the pee cup.
Him and his research.
Inhaling sharply, I take it all to the bathroom.
After I stick the test in the urine, I set it down and wash my hands. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I study my breasts.
Are they really bigger? Or is he messing with me?
I cup them, trying to decide if they feel heavier or not.
"This is crazy," I mutter. My boobs are the same.
Getting things ready for the horse rescue has occupied my spare time, so maybe I wouldn't notice the signs. Maybe I'm one of the lucky ones who won't get morning sickness all day.
Leaving the test on the counter, I walk to the kitchen and grab my coffee.
"Breakfast's ready." He sets the plate in front of me, and I sit on the stool.
"Thank you." I smile wide when he hands me a fork. Payton's made it a habit of feeding me before work.
"Don't forget your vitamins when you get to your office."
"I won't," I promise, then take a bite of my food. He's seasoned it with salt and pepper, just how I like it.
"I told Zach he could come with me to the rescue tonight. He wanted to try to save Fancy's mane, but I explained that it's too tangled and we needed to cut it."
"He already loves her so much."
"Mm-hmm. He's a Bishop through and through. I told him we could try to bathe her. Depends on her mood, though."
"Yeah, she might not take it well," Payton agrees.
He finally sits next to me and digs in.
"You gonna check the test?"
I sigh, finishing my bacon and last bite of eggs. "Yeah."