“I don’t know if I’m late. I only stopped my pill three weeks ago. I have no idea when to expect my period, but I felt really sick just before in the kitchen. And also I don’t know what it says,” I say all of that so fast it makes my head spin.
He walks over and sits beside me. “Fuck, Luce,” he whispers.
“It’s probably nothing,” I whisper back as he takes my hand in his and squeezes tight. “Will you be disappointed if it isn’t?”
He stares at me, a soft frown on his handsome face. “No, baby.”
I narrow my eyes in suspicion.
“I will be over the fucking moon if you are pregnant, but we only just started trying. I’ll be fine if you’re not. There’s no pressure here. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Is it time to look?”
“Yeah. You want to do it?”
“Ew, no. It’s your pee,” he says with a wicked grin, diffusing the tension and making me giggle in the way that only he can.
“What? You would drink my pee if I asked you to.”
“Nope,” he shakes his head. “I’ll give you pretty much anything you want, angel, but golden showers are a hard limit for me.”
I snort-laugh so hard that I almost pee again. Damn I love this man and his ability to put me at ease. He is just so freaking perfect. Reaching over, I pick up the test and turn it over in my hands. My stomach does a full one eighty flip.
“Oh,” I gasp for breath.
“What?” Jax asks, his eyes full of concern now as he stares at my face instead of just looking at the damn stick.
I hold it up for him. “We’re having a baby.”
He blinks at the stick and for the longest time he says nothing and I’m wondering if he’s changed his mind about the whole baby thing. But then he stands up, scoops me into his arms and starts smothering my face with kisses as he walks into our bedroom.
“You.” Kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Incredible.”
“Jax,” I giggle, kicking my legs as I squirm in his huge arms. “Stop. Matthias will hear.”
“So?”
“We can’t tell him yet,” I whisper. “It’s too early to tell people.”
He lays me down on the bed. “Okay,” he agrees as he lies next to me. “But everything will be okay, you know that, right?”
I smile at him in response because I can’t lie. Nobody ever knows that.
He slides a hand onto my stomach. “Fuck, Luce,” he breathes.
“I know,” I whisper.
“I love you so fucking much, angel.”
“Love you too, cowboy.”
Epilogue
JAX
My cell vibrates in my inside jacket pocket as Alejandro and the mayor discuss his upcoming campaign for re-election. Half a dozen other men in suits sit around the table with us while we talk business. Mostly, I listen rather than talk.