This is why they call it morning sickness, dumbass.
I pulled her hair away from her face, gathering it in one hand, and with my other, I began gently rubbing the back of her neck.
Patience may not have confirmed it, but I knew what was happening. I wanted her to come to me and talk about it.
To be as excited as I was feeling about…
Having our baby.
Chapter Forty-One
PATIENCE
It was time.
We had made it through the last couple of days of the trip and were headed home. Days where I’d thrown up every morning, and my husband helped me through it, but didn’t push me to admit why I’d been sick.
I hadn’t even considered getting a pregnancy test. Something had been holding me back, but I also found my anxiety spiking by not confirming my suspicions. As we drove, Jett’s hand resting on my thigh—he was always touching me, something I loved—I admitted to myself why I’d been stalling.
Fear.
I was scared he wouldn't want this anymore, even though he had told Dusty at one point he did. Another part of me was nervous that I’d get excited and then find out that I wasn’t really pregnant. But I’d been through this with Griffin, and it felt exactly the same.
Stop stalling.
Knowing how hard it was going to be for him, I’d kept telling myself that my husband needed to get through the tripfirst. I just hadn’t realized how difficult it would be for me too.
Seeing Jett fall apart while he talked to his friends, witnessing his tears, and hearing more of the details crushed me. He’d tried to take their place, to take the focus off his buddies and turn the torture onto himself.
I didn’t know whether to be proud, cry, or hit him. He could have died. But he was so strong, brave, and the best friend anyone could have.
He’d been my best friend, and I couldn’t imagine living without him.
Nerves churned in my stomach, but I ignored them. As I opened my mouth, finally grasping the courage to have the long-overdue conversation, my phone rang. Looking down at where it was tucked into the cup holder beside me, I saw Landon’s name flashing across the screen. A new set of jitters took hold, and my stomach twisted uncomfortably.
“Sweetheart, are you going to answer?” Jett asked.
Everyone had been fairly quiet while we were gone, except for those at Gramps’s since they had Griffin. Had they made a court date? Taking a deep breath, I let go of my husband’s hand and picked up my phone, bringing it to my ear.
“Hello?” I said tentatively.
As I listened to Landon on the other end of the line, my heart raced. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He gave me the bullet points of why he was calling and said we would follow up officially when we got back.
After thanking him and saying goodbye, I dropped my phone back in the cup holder and sat in stunned silence.
“Baby, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” Jett tapped his hand on my thigh. “Talk to me.”
Suddenly, the car veered right, and my husband was pulling off the highway into a rest area. He parked, took offhis seatbelt, and twisted in his seat. Next thing I knew, he had my belt off too and was pulling me across the console.
My legs cradled his muscular thighs, our cores pressed together, and our faces were mere inches apart as he held my gaze, his eyes alight with concern.
“Please. Tell me what’s wrong.”
I’d probably scared the heck out of him; I was so thrown by the news that I couldn’t find my voice.
“Nothing,” I whispered.
His brow pinched together. “What do you mean, nothing?”
