She crawled onto the bed next to him and snuggled into his side. “I love you too, Jerk-God.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Jorja closedthe door to their apartment and exhaled a shaky breath. She’d survived the first trip to the pharmacy and store from where she’d been kidnapped, and she’d managed it alone. She dropped the shopping bags on the couch and called, “Gunnar?”
When he didn’t answer, she took her purse with her into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, locking it before she pulled out the paper baggie with her purchase. After reading the paperwork which came with the package twice, she followed directions, then washed her hands and waited.
Please be negative, because God, we aren’t ready for that!
She sat on the closed toilet seat and stared at the clock, watching the seconds tick down, then jumped a mile when the buzz sounded.
“Baby?” Gunnar’s voice called from outside the door. “Are you okay, beautiful?”
Shit!
Panic set in for a heartbeat before she got to her feet and unlocked the door. She didn’t want to check that stickwithout him with her. “I—um—” She pointed to the stick on the sink. “I needed to check.”
He looked confused for a minute before she saw understanding dawn across his face. He quirked up one eyebrow. “Did you check?”
She shook her head. “The buzzer just went off when you called me.”
He folded her into his arms. “Whatever is on it, we deal together.” He tipped up her chin. “Don’t hide important stuff like this from me. I want to know. I need to know.”
“I’m sorry, it was stupid…”
“No. Being scared isn’t stupid, beautiful. But trust me to catch you when you need it, just as I know you’ll catch me if I need it.”
She knew it. “I panicked.”
“I know.” He reached for the stick on the sink. “Want me to check?”
“Yeah.”
He nodded and turned it over, his eyes narrowing. “Umm, I don’t know what it means.” He showed her the stick.
“One line?” He brought it closer to his nose. Should she tell him what exactly was on the tip of that stick?
“Yes, one line.”
“Negative.”
“That means you’re not pregnant, right?”
“Yes, that’s what it means.” She took the stick from him and dumped it and the wrapper into the trash.
“You don’t sound upset about it.” He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom and sat on the end of the bed with her straddling his lap. “Are you upset about it?”
Yes.
No.
Maybe.
I don’t know.
Because I want your babies at some point.
“No.” She leaned her head against his chest. “I just want it to be us for a bit before we add a baby into the mix.”
