After resting my forehead against hers, I let out a groan. I hadn’t wanted this to happen at all. I hadn’t wanted to be pregnant just when I thought things were going great. I didn’t want this to ruin anything Michael and I had already. But deep down, part of me knew that nothing would be ruined between us.
Michael would be supportive, no matter what I chose to do.
At least, I hoped to God he would because I couldn’t do this alone.
CHAPTER42
MIA
With the pregnancy tests stuffed into my purse, I took a deep breath and stepped into the house. I had stayed longer than I’d expected at Serena’s house—crying, trying to convince myself that this was happening for the better, and figuring out how the hell I was going to tell Michael about this.
Michael’s car was in the driveway. He had probably gotten home hours ago from the doctor’s appointment with Melissa and was waiting to tell me how it was or even ask about my dress.
So many happy things we could talk about, and I had to break this news to him.
I cursed myself and shut the car door behind me as quietly as I could.Think positive, Mia. Positive. Nothing you say or do is going to make him hate you. Nothing you say or do is going to make him run away from you either.
After walking up the sidewalk and into the house, I bit my lip and closed the front door, my mind in a fog.
“There you are,” Michael said, his hands sliding around my hips from behind. He buried his face into the crook of my neck and breathed in deeply. “I’ve been waiting for you to get back. Where’ve you been?”
My heart pounded in my chest. “At Serena’s,” I said a bit too quietly. To compose myself and to not seem suspicious at all, I forced a smile and turned my head in his direction. “I heard you went with Melissa to her doctor’s appointment. How was it?”
“Good. The baby is healthy,” he said, pressing a lingering kiss below my ear. “Now, tell me,Mrs. Bryne, what’s the dress look like?”
Butterflies pulled in my stomach as I gently pushed him away. “It’s bad luck to tell you anything about my dress before the wedding.” I booped him on the nose and tried to smile as widely as I normally did.
Michael must’ve bought it because he pushed me closer to the wall, grinding his body against mine. “Tell me something,” he said, his hot mouth all over me, his hands running all over my body, his stubble grazing against the side of my neck. “Come on, Mia. Anything.”
“I, uh …”
Anything?
He ran a hand over my stomach, and I froze. Literally tensed up. My lips parted, but no words would come out. All I wanted to say was that I was pregnant, but I couldn’t speak. I thought that part of me still didn’t even believe it.
Michael pulled himself away from me and cupped my face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, gaze traveling all over my face to see if he could try to figure it out. “Are you …”
Pregnant! Yes, I am pregnant.
Goddammit, why can’t I say it?The words were stuck on the tip of my tongue, aching to be released but desperate to stay hidden so no drama would unfold after it happened. I just wanted to relax in peace for a few moments before my life became a disaster again.
“Having second thoughts?” he finished quietly, his voice filled with fear.
I shook my head. “No. God, no.” I licked my dry lips. It was only two simple words that weren’t all that simple for me to say after all. “I just …” I ran my fingers across his chest, and I closed my eyes. “Can we go get some ice cream or something? I’ve had a long day.”
Fuck.
That wasn’t what I’d meant.
Michael grasped my hands. He took my hand and led me to the car. “Anything for you.”
We satacross from each other, Michael watching me intently. I licked my ice cream as my heart raced in my chest.
How am I going to tell Michael that I am pregnant? Does he want kids?We hadn’t even talked about this yet, and I was beyond nervous to hear his answer.Am I ready for a kid? What if he wants me to get rid of—
He grabbed my hand from across the table, skimming his thumb against my knuckles. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said.
