Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"I don't know what's wrong with me."
"You're stressed out. We need to get you in to see a doctor."
Where the fuck is Gage Bronx when you need him? I forgot she knew him until she brought him up the other day, but either it's a small fucking world or the universe put this shining star in my path for a reason. My best friend from childhood, Tate Grimes, went to medical school with Gage. As far as I know, they're still friends.
"I feel fine. I just wake up in the morning, and I'm…" Laura trails off with a little gasp. "Kaiden, what is today?"
"The day of your sex scene with Abel Clarke," I growl. I haven't forgotten that bullshit. Nope. Not even eating her perfect little cunt until every lick had her pleading for mercy last night made me forget that.
Shit. She hasn't felt well, and I've been all over her like an asshole. No wonder she's so stressed out. I need to give her a break and keep my damn hands to myself for a few days.
"No, the date!" she cries.
"It's the twentieth."
"Oh no." She jumps out of my lap, elbowing me in the chin. Before I can even ask where she's going, she's running back into the bedroom, her blonde hair bouncing behind her and that perfect ass jiggling.
My cock stirs at the sight.
"Forget it. You're riding the bench," I growl, glaring at him as I toss the washcloth toward the sink and then flush the toilet before following her back into the bedroom.
She's seated on the side of the bed, her phone hanging limply in her hands.
As soon as I step into the room, she bursts into tears.
What the fuck?
"I didn't do it on purpose!" she cries.
"Didn't do what?"
"K-keep it from you."
What the fuck is she talking about?
I stalk across the room toward her, prying the phone out of her hands. I go to toss it across the bed, not giving a shit what's on the screen when she's in tears, but then I see the name of the app out of the corner of my eye, and everything falls into place like an anvil cracking me in the head.
The fact that she throws up in the mornings. Her question about the date. The fact that we've been fucking like rabbits for a month straight. She isn't sick.
She's pregnant.
Holy shit. My little star is carrying my baby.
"You're pregnant." My knees cease functioning. I land on my ass on the bed beside her.
"I don't know." Her bottom lip quivers as her big, watery eyes meet mine. "I should have started last week. I didn't even realize I was late until you told me the date. I've been so focused on other things; it never even crossed my mind. I swear I didn't realize, Kaiden. I would have said something if I had."
"Fuck," I whisper, my mind reeling. She could be carrying my kid right now. My star…pregnant with my baby. Goddamn, I like the sound of that. A whole helluva lot.
"You're mad." Her expression crumbles.
"Mad?" I shake my head, shocked that she could think that. "Never," I growl, cupping her cheeks in my hands to brush away her tears. "Christ, princess. I don't know how I feel right now, but mad isn't even close."
"Upset? Afraid? Annoyed? Outraged? Crushed?"
"Hopeful," I whisper, making her sob my name. "Awed. Elated. Overjoyed. Humbled. Grateful." Emotion swells in my throat, threatening to choke me. "So fucking grateful."
She throws herself into my lap, sobbing. I catch her, wrapping her up in my arms. My hand goes to the back of her head, cradling her to me. She presses her face to my throat, her hot tears soaking my skin as she cries.
"I want it so bad," she says, her words muffled. "I didn't know how much until I realized it was possible." She pulls back to look at me, her face wet with tears, still so fucking perfect it hurts. "I want your baby, Kaiden. I want so many of your babies."
My dick turns to steel at the thought.
"Then I need you to stop crying so I can go buy a test, princess."
"Okay," she sniffles.
"Wait!" Laura cries an hour later, spinning around so fast she bumps into me.
I grab her before she bounces off and lands on her ass in the middle of the bathroom floor. She's carrying my kid. Falling could hurt both of them. We can't have that.
"You know you aren't watching me pee, right?" she asks, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Fuck, I know," I mutter, blowing out a breath. I'm not sure which of us is most nervous. I think I bought every damn test in the drugstore. The clerk looked at me like I was crazy. I wanted to growl at him that he'd understand one day, but then I thought about all the people who never get to experience this and kept my damn mouth shut.