“She kind of has a point,” I mutter and Toni winks at me. I feel a pang of sadness as I realize how much I’m going to miss her.
“So, you wanted to tell me something?” she looks between Jax and me.
I swallow hard. I still feel so guilty about dragging her into the whole video mess. “Only that we found out who took those videos and we made sure that every copy was destroyed.”
“Along with the people responsible,” Jax adds.
“You didn’t keep a copy just for yourselves?” she asks with a wicked grin. “I mean, ‘cause if you did, I wouldn’t mind taking a look myself.”
“No we didn’t,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Shame,” she says with a soft sigh.
“We just wanted you to know it was dealt with.”
“I appreciate that,” she says, her tone more serious now. “That must be a relief, right?”
“God, yes,” I agree.
“Then I’m glad you sorted it. And maybe I’ll see you both at another fight some time?”
“Maybe,” Jax agrees, but I have a feeling this might be the last time I ever see Toni. It makes me feel a little sad, but she doesn’t seem the type of person to ever settle in one place.
“I’ll miss you guys,” she says. There is none of her usual snark or wicked humor present, just a genuine, friendly affection and respect.
“I’ll miss you too,” I tell her.
“You’re one of a kind, Moretti,” Jax says as he pulls her in for a hug. She pretends to fight him off but then she wraps one arm around while pulling me in with the other.
“Don’t you two dare make me cry,” she whispers.
* * *
Matthias is helpingJax prepare a sauce for dinner while I chop vegetables. Our son talks non-stop about everything he did in school today and Jax listens intently. The two of them together still make me smile.
I’m still smiling when a sudden wave of nausea washes over me. I hold my hand to my mouth because I think I might just vomit right here onto the kitchen counter, but then the feeling passes almost as quickly as it came.
I glance at Jax and Matthias again, who are still deep in conversation. I’ve experienced that strange kind of sudden nausea before.
“Just going to use the bathroom,” I say as calmly as I can.
“Okay,” they say in unison, smiling at me.
As soon as I’m out of the kitchen, I run to the bathroom. Opening the small wooden cabinet, I pull out the paper bag from inside. I stocked up on a few pregnancy tests when I was at the pharmacy the other day. Jax seems to be on a mission to impregnate me as soon as possible, so it seemed like a good idea to have some in the house.
A few minutes later,I sit on the edge of the bath, staring at the white stick. I don’t dare turn it over yet. My stomach is in knots and waves of nausea wash over me, and I’m not sure if it’s from nerves now or something else.
There is a soft knock at the door. “You okay, baby?” Jax asks.
I draw in a deep breath. He should be here for this, right? I’ll just have to deal with his disappointed face if there is only one line on that test.
“Come in,” I croak out the words.
A second later, he steps inside, his face etched with concern. “What’s wrong?”
I nod to the lid of the toilet.
His eyes grow wide as he sees the test sitting there. “Are you late? What does it say?”