Page 106 of Primal Need


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“Hadn’t what?” Drake asked.

“Nothing,” she said. “Is there more wine?”

“Yeah, it’s on the counter,” I said. “I’ll pour you a glass.”

“I can get it,” she countered. “You relax.”

I nodded and stood beside Teddy as he watched Orion continue to draw. Drake decreed dinner was ready, so Raquel and Violet gathered serving dishes for Drake to dump everything into and then we all carried plates to the table just as Sundance walked into the dining room.

“Everything okay?” I asked, and Sundance nodded.

“All good.” He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my temple as he whispered, “You’re gonna need to give that wine to someone else, though.”

I could feel my face heat with mortification. “What?”

He grinned. No, the man beamed. “Gonna borrow Wyatt for a second,” he said, and dragged me back into the den, handing me the baggie.

The test said ‘PREGNANT’ and I virtually fell onto the sofa against the wall. “No way.”

“Courthouse on Monday,” Sundance said. “We’re gettin’ married.”

“No,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“No,” I stressed. “Your kids are going to think I’m tricking you into marriage.”

He crossed his arms. “Jesus, you watch too much TV.”

“Oh my god, I drank yesterday.”

“Lots of women drink before they know they’re pregnant, Wyatt. You’ll be fine.” He held his hand out to me and I took it, letting him pull me off the sofa and pull me into his arms. “We’re gonna have a kid, baby. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“What if he’s special? Like Teddy?”

“Then we’ll love him.”

I burst into tears and buried my face against his chest. “I wasn’t ready for this. I thought I’d have time to plan. My condo’s only two bedrooms. It’s too small.”

“We’ll build a house on compound land.”

“Oh, my god, your kids are going to hate me.”

“Jesus Christ,” he ground out, releasing me, and heading to the door. “Orion, Drake, Letti, den!” he called. “Raquel, watch Teddy please.”

“What are you doing?” I growled, just as the three kids waltzed into the den like this was all normal.

“What’s up?” Drake asked.

“Why’s Wyatt crying?” Orion demanded. “Wyatt, are you okay?”

“Wyatt’s pregnant,” Sundance said.

“Thorne!” I admonished.

“Oh, my god, that’s awesome!” Violet said and hugged me. “Congratulations.”

“So, why are you cryin’?” Orion asked again.