“It’s never-ending.”
She ushered me out of the bathroom and towards the hall. “There’s ginger ale behind the bar and crackers in the pantry.” She guided me down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Sit.”
I slid into a chair at the breakfast nook. “Yes, ma’am.”
Hadley grinned at me from a stool at the counter. “She’s bossy when she wants to be.”
“But she gets things done,” Laiken interjected.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and stared at the screen. I didn’t want to walk down the makeshift aisle we’d created in the living room without Beckett knowing this news. It didn’t feel right. I typed out a text.
Me: Think you could come over?
I got a response in seconds.
Beckett: On my way. Everything okay?
Me: Everything’s fine, just need to give you something.
There was no response, and I knew he was already driving.
Everly slid a glass of ginger ale and ice across the table to me. “Here, I’ll get some crackers, too.”
Hadley sent me a sympathetic look. “Nervous?”
“I guess so. My stomach’s just a little off.”
Concern creased Laiken’s expression. “The infection isn’t back, is it?”
I shook my head. “Had blood tests a couple of weeks ago, and everything looked great.” Apparently, they hadn’t run a pregnancy panel on that blood work.
I munched on a few crackers until I heard the sound of an engine outside. I stood from the table and crossed to the front door, pulling it open. I stepped outside just as Beckett jogged up the front steps.
“It’s too cold for you to be outside in only your robe,” he said, wrapping an arm around me.
I shook my head, tugging him towards the porch swing. “It feels good, actually.” The cold air battled back the worst of the nausea.
Beckett curved himself around me, his hand cupping my cheek. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you? I know we moved fast—”
“No second thoughts. You aren’t, are you?” My heart thudded in my chest as the nausea intensified.
“Never.” He brushed his lips against mine. “Talk to me. I can see something swirling in that beautiful brain of yours.”
“I’m pregnant.” The words just tumbled out. No sweet delivery or showing him a pregnancy test. Straight to the point.
Beckett froze. “What?”
“I’m pregnant,” I whispered.
“You’re sure?”
?
?I took three tests last night. All positive.”
A smile stretched across Beckett’s face as his hand went to my stomach. “We’re having a baby.”
I searched his eyes for any hint of apprehension. “I know we weren’t planning—”