“We made something real,” he whispers. “Something that’s gonna last.”
And with his arms around me, his heart under my hand, and his child possibly already growing inside me I believe him.
27
Two days later we slip into Will’s truck and make the drive to Sheridan, to my doctor’s office. Maybe one day Broken Heart Creek will have a physician, but until that happens, Sheridan it is.
My doctor smiles at me when she comes back with the results.
“You’re about three months pregnant.”
Which means I conceived one of the first times Will and I were together.
She goes over some information, but all I can do is grin at Will.
When she leaves to give me time to change, Will is at my side.
“How are you feelin’ sugar?”
“So happy.” I meet his gaze. “You’re going to be a dad.”
“And you’re going to be a momma.” He pulls me into his arms, holding me tight. “Fuck. I’m so happy, too, Phern.”
I say, “Guess we need to tell Sam now.”
He laughs. “Yeah. I’d say it’s time.”
We’re still holding hands when we step out of the exam room, grins on our faces, the weight of it all—three months—stillsinking in. I glance at Will again, heart fluttering. We made a baby.
The hall is quiet as we round the corner toward the lobby.
And that’s when we run right into her.
Missy Jones.
Standing at the front desk, flipping through a clipboard. She turns as the door opens, lips already forming some comment for the nurse, but when she sees us, her entire expression changes.
Her gaze snaps to our hands that are still linked.
And her smile curls into something sharp and ugly.
“Oh,” she says, loud enough to make the receptionist glance over. “This is rich.”
Will’s body shifts instantly, just slightly in front of me.
Missy crosses her arms. “She’sthe reason you broke up with me?”
The words are laced with disbelief. Spite. Her eyes skim over me like I’m something she found under her boot.
Will doesn’t flinch. “Missy?—”
“You said you needed space. Said it wasn’t about anyone else.” She huffs a laugh. “Turns out it was exactly about someone else.”
“Missy, it was over before it even started,” Will says, voice low but firm. “We both knew that.”
She looks at me like she wants to set something on fire. “Does Sam know?”
I stiffen and Will’s hand tightens around mine.
