There’s no real reason other than I’m obsessed with her, and she brings out the worst in me.
“Can you do something for me?” I ask evenly, holding her tight against me. “Just because you want to?”
She cranes her head over to me. “Why do I have a feeling you’re using my afterglow to your advantage, Sinatra?”
“I’m not.” I shake my head. “I just… I need to know.”
Bay frowns, her pretty pink cheeks flush from my just fucking her. “Know what?”
“Do you have to know it first?”
Her blue eyes study my face for a moment before she gives a slow shake of her head. “No…I’ll do it.”
My cock thickens and twitches at the admission, but I stay on the course I set out for. “I need you to take the pregnancy test for me.”
“Geezus Christ.” She attempts to rip herself from me, just like I knew she would, but I hold on tight. “I’mnotpregnant.”
“I think you are.”
She stares at me, at first, like I’m crazy, but I don’t miss the recognition that dawns over her face either.
“Do it for me, and then I’ll forget you snuck out of the house and make you come all fucking night if you want me to. Do it for me, and I will have De Leon to you within a week. Just…do it for me, Little T. I need to know what I’m working with here.”
Bay glowers at me. “I’m not your fuckin’ charity case. And I’m definitelynotgoing to be locked up if?—”
“I’ll buy you scallops and a shitload of seafood for dinner because I heard it’s one of your favorite things.”
Her face wrinkles as I see tears glisten in her eyes.
“I know you don’t want to. I know you have enough going on. But no matter what, nothing changes. You don’t ever have to admit it to me, sweetheart. I’ll die first before I rat you out.”
Her jaw tightens. “I don’t want to.”
“I know.” Kissing her forehead, I tip her chin up to look at me, holding on to those blues with my own. “I’m not leaving you for anything.”
“It’ll change everything.” Her voice is barely audible, but I still hear it and squeeze her closer to me.
She’s not wrong.
But I have this unyielding feeling in my gut something about her isn’t right. It’s different. She’s losing weight, and I thought it was stress. And I haven’t heard her complaining of a period and cramps, which was the second sign.
Her skin is flush all the time, as if her insides are doing double the work, and she looks exhausted. Ellie told me she’s complained a few times here and there about feeling nauseous, and I couldn’t shake the possibilities.
“Not with us,” I deadpan, running my index finger up her soaking clit. “And not with them.”
Tears linger in her eyes, on the verge of spilling. “They’re gone.”
“Not forever. This isn’t forever, Little T. But I need to know where you are, how you are, I need to know it all. And tomorrow, I’ll take you to the tattoo shop to get some more of your shit done for Levi.”
“You’d do that? Regardless?” I nod. “I want it finished.”
Not entirely sure if the dude who inked her is going to be able to do it because Wallace was stacked in the ink department, but money talks.
Maybe if I have two artists working on her, it might get done faster.
“Okay.”
Backing off the bed, I give her my hand to take so I can help her out and talk her into taking the pregnancy test.
