Pregnancy test.
My hand freezes on the faucet. Water runs over my fingers, but I don’t feel it.
Pregnancy test.
In Bonnie’s trash.
I stare at the box, my brain trying to catch up with what I’m seeing. The pieces slam together all at once. Morning sickness. Exhaustion.
Oh fuck.
I force myself to breathe. Force my hands to move. Cup water in my palms and splash it on my face because I need to think clearly, and my brain just short-circuited.
She’s pregnant.
Maybe. Probably. The test is in her trash, which means she took it. Which means she suspected. Which means?—
I don’t know what it means.
I grab the cloth from the counter, run it under cold water, and wring it out. My hands shake slightly, but I clench them into fists until they steady.
It’s not the time to lose my shit. Not when she’s in the other room, sick and scared and clearly not ready to talk about whatever’s happening.
I walk back into her bedroom with the fresh cloth and a glass of water I managed to fill without dropping it. “Here.” I hand her the water first.
She pushes herself up on one elbow and takes it, drinks a few small sips. “Thanks.”
“Fresh cloth too.” I swap out the warm one on her forehead for the cold one.
She sighs, sinking back into the pillows. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know.” I sit back down on the bed, right beside her hip. My hand finds her cheek, thumb stroking over her cheekbone. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m sure. I need rest.”
She’s definitely lying. But pushing her won’t help. If she’s pregnant and not ready to tell me—tell us—then forcing the conversation will only make her shut down.
“Okay,” I say quietly. “But if you need anything, I’m here. You know that, right?”
“I know.” Her hand comes up to cover mine where it rests against her cheek. “Thank you.”
I want to ask.
But I don’t.
Instead, I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead. “Get some rest. I’ll check on you later.”
“Titan?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t tell Ash I’m sick. He’ll just worry.”
Too late for that. We’re all already worried. But I nod anyway. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
I leave her room and close the door quietly behind me. The hallway stretches ahead, suddenly feeling too long and too empty.
I can’t stop my mind from racing.
