And now she was feeling kind of guilty that she’d just blurted it out like that.
But the man wasn’t very good at listening and she’d needed to get his attention.
“W-what?” He grew pale and gaped at her.
Oh no.
Sadness stabbed her in the stomach. Was he not happy?
“Are you not happy? Do you not want a baby?” She placed her hand over her stomach as if she was protecting the baby inside her from being hurt.
Not that she knew for sure she was pregnant. But as she’d thought about it over the day, she’d started to wonder and hope and . . . she just wanted to know for sure.
“Hey, precious girl. Look at me. Look at me.” He cupped her chin, tilting her head back. “Of course I want our baby. The thought of our baby growing inside you . . . fuck, a man could get emotional.”
She had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling. Pleasure sizzled inside her. “Really? Because you went a bit pale and you didn’t look happy.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean . . . shit. It was just a shock, that’s all. I am so damn happy. It kills me that you would ever think I wouldn’t love our child as much as you.” He placed his large hand over her stomach. “But how . . . I mean, obviously I know how, I just meant . . . urgh. Fuck.”
She stared at him in delight. There were red patches on his face and he was stumbling over his words. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him flustered.
It was so cute.
“I mean, I don’t know for sure that I’m pregnant,” she said. “There might be another reason I’ve been getting ill. But that’s why we wanted to go into town, to get a pregnancy test. I hadn’t thought that I might be pregnant because I’m on birth control. But remember how I was on antibiotics not long ago? We waited a few days after I was finished them to, uh, have sex. But perhaps the birth control was less effective?”
“Fuck, I didn’t even think of that. I should have used extra protection.”
“I guess so. But . . . I mean, the idea of a baby . . . it’s a surprise. But a good one, right?
“The best one. The absolute best.” Leaning forward, he kissed her before pulling back and standing. “I need to go and get a pregnancy test. Stay in bed.”
“Wait, you can’t go now!”
“Sure, I can.”
“Gray! It’s ten at night. It’s dark and not the best conditions out there. You don’t even know if anywhere will be open. Just wait until morning. Please. I’ll worry about you if you go now.”
He paused at the door to the bedroom, then turned back to her. “You’re right. I don’t want you to worry. No worrying. It’s not good for you or the baby.”
Amusement filled her. He’d only just found out a few minutes ago that she might be pregnant and now he was suddenly an expert on what was good for the baby?
“And you should be asleep. Pregnant women need lots of rest. Going to need to do some research.”
Maeve watched him with no small amount of alarm as he tucked her back into bed, muttering to himself about all the changes that would be necessary.
Did he . . . did he just say that she wasn’t to walk up and down stairs on her own?
Oh heck.
She was beginning to think that she might have created a monster.
Gray heldhis girl’s hair back as she threw up.
Worry filled him. Was she supposed to vomit this much? This seemed excessive. What if she wasn’t pregnant and was actually ill?
Or if she was pregnant and this happened every morning of her pregnancy?
How was he going to keep her safe from this?
