But no. She couldn’t be pregnant. They’d tried for years.
Infertile. It was a label that had been stamped all over her medical files.
But what if she wasn’t?
The question hit her so hard, for a moment, she couldn’t breathe.
No. She could not get her hopes up, only for them to come crashing down.
She tried for a smile but was sure it came out all wrong. “I should get going. I’ll have the photos back to you within the next two weeks.”
“Thank you, Indie. I’m so excited to see them.”
She stepped outside, but her pulse was still racing.
Shedidhave the symptoms. And hell, now that she thought about it, her period was late. But then, she’d never been too regular, so she hadn’t put any thought into it.
She slid into the car and opened her mouth, not sure what she was going to say to Colt. Then a voice sounded over the car’s Bluetooth.
“How about next week?”
Randy?
“No, that’s too soon,” Noah said, his voice also coming through the speaker. “I don’t want to risk the safety inspector doing the final walk-through too early.”
“It’s not too early,” Randy pushed.
Colt leaned over to her and whispered, “Sorry, we’re almost done. Ready to go to your aunt Pam’s?”
She nodded stiffly, even though it was the last place she wanted to go.
Colt frowned. “Everything okay?”
“Of course. Newborn sessions are just a bit emotionally draining.”
Concern flickered through his eyes before he leaned closer and kissed her forehead. When he pulled onto the road, her gaze went to the window, but she wasn’t really seeing anything.
She wasn’t pregnant. There was no way. And wondering if she was would just end in pain and disappointment.
Randy and Noahwere still talking, but Colt was barely listening. Something was wrong with Indie. She said she was fine, but she was pale. The frown on her face was too deep and had been there since she’d climbed into the car.
Was it just because of the newborn shoot, or was it more than that?
He pulled up in front of her aunt Pam’s house, half a dozen cars already there. “I need to go. Randy, I’ll continue this conversation later. Noah, I’ll see you when you get here.”
He didn’t wait for their responses, just hung up, but Indie was already out of the car and walking toward the house.
He cursed and rushed to catch up with her. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Not true. Fuck, she was barely looking at him.
They stopped at the front door and he grabbed her arm. “Cricket, I can tell something’s not right. Tell me what. No secrets, remember?”
Something akin to fear flashed in her eyes.
Shit. It was bad. He stepped closer. “Is it my father? Did you see him somewhere?”
