“We should find out.” He sits up, jostling me.
“I have a pregnancy test.” I glance in the direction of my handbag. “I was going to use it.”
“Let’s find out.”
I leave James in the living room while I take my purse into the bathroom. The instructions in the box are easy to follow. I put the stick on the counter and wash my hands once I’m done with it. Now we wait.
James is sitting in an armchair when I join him, his leg shaking with the need to do something other than wait. He pulls me into his lap and holds me close as the minutes tick past. It’s the longest three minutes of my life.
And then I check.
“So?” he asks, joining me in Ronnie’s tiny bathroom.
I capture his hand and take it to my belly. It’s far too early for either of us to feel anything, but it’s real. “We definitely are.”
“I’m going to be a...?”
“Daddy? Yes, you are, Mr. Frost. Yes, you are.”