“We’re not going anywhere else, baby. We have our own doctors,” he explained.
“Oh. That's a relief.” My brows drew together as I tried not to think about what kind of medical help Colter and his club brothers would need often enough to have their own medical clinic at the compound. “But are you sure they can help me? I can’t imagine they give many pregnancy tests.”
“Two years ago, you would’ve been right.” He shook his head with a laugh as he parked at the far end of the lot in front of the clubhouse. “You saw how many kids were at the barbecue, though. Flint and Razor have learned to keep stocked ever since Stella needed to be tested when she was pregnant with Cadell.”
“Okay, that totally makes sense,” I murmured with a soft smile as he helped me out of the SUV. “All the couples did seem to either have a baby already or one on the way. Maybe there’s something in the water if I’m pregnant, too. I know it’s just a saying, but?—”
Colter pressed his lips against mine in a quick kiss. “The ‘something’ is us Hounds can’t keep our hands off the right woman when we find her.”
“Totally fair,” I agreed with a giggle.
He kept my hand in his as we walked around the side of the clubhouse and into the clinic. The only person inside—a club brother I hadn’t met yet—looked up and grinned.
“Ace. Didn’t expect to see you today.” His gaze slid to me. “And this must be Poppy.”
“Yeah.” Colter gave him a chin lift. “Baby, this is Flint. He’s one of our doctors.”
Flint stood, offering me his hand. “Sorry I missed the barbecue last weekend. I had a shift at the hospital I couldn’t ditch. Heard you made quite the impression on the old ladies.”
I managed a weak smile. “They were really nice.”
He glanced at Colter. “You bring her in for the usual reason?”
Colter nodded. “She’s been throwing up. Tired. We need to know.”
“Got it.” He pulled a small box from a cabinet and handed it to me. “Bathroom’s right there. Pee on the stick. Results in three minutes.”
Colter started to follow me, but I planted a hand on his chest. “Nope. You stay here.”
He grumbled but let me slip inside the bathroom by myself. My hands shook as I opened the box. As soon as I flushed the toilet, Colter knocked on the door. “Not gonna wait out here for those three minutes, baby.”
I unlocked the door and washed my hands while he came inside. Pulling my back against his chest, we stared at the stick that held the answer to our future for three long minutes. Finally, two pink lines appeared, clear as day.
My knees went weak and would’ve fallen to the floor if he hadn’t been holding me up.
Our gazes met in the mirror. “You’re pregnant.”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
His hand cupped my lower belly. “I’ll take such good care of you two.”
“I know.”
Flint took one glance at us as we stepped out of the bathroom, barked a laugh, and clapped Colter on the shoulder. “There’s something in the water around here, man.”
I looked up at Colter. “See, I told you.”
“Nah,” he disagreed. “Just good aim.”
My cheeks flamed as he led me back to the SUV. The drive to his house was quiet.
Colter pulled into the garage, killed the engine, and turned to me. “Talk to me, baby.”
I swallowed. “I’m a little scared.”
He unbuckled and shifted to face me fully. “Of what?”
“That this is too fast. That you’ll wake up one day and realize you didn’t sign up for diapers, midnight feedings, and me being even more of a mess than I already am.” My voice cracked. “We’ve only known each other a few weeks.”
