Don’t make me take a test. Please.
His eyes go wide at my statement. “You don’t believe that, nor do I. Leave the robe off and please take a test.”
Angerly, I throw my robe off.Hot instruction. My hands land on my hips. “You really have some audacity coming in here.”
A shade a sympathy floods his face as he stands and saunters to me. “Look, I’m sure you’re scared, but you can’t lie to me right now. Could you be pregnant?”
My mouth opens and words get stuck halfway up my throat, then I smile nervously. “Don’t be ridiculous… Okay, yes, fine. There could be a chance.” I give up.
He catches my chin with his forefinger and thumb to guide my eyes to meet his. “Denial, huh.” His voice hassoftened.
I attempt to look away, but he almost affectionately draws my sight back to him. “Maybe something like that.”
“Time to confront it, don’t you think?”
Breaking away from his fingers, I sigh. “You’re right,” I admit.
“We need to know.”
The way he sayswepokes me gently inside. I barely nod, and he steps back to the pile of tests, picks one up, and breaks the wrapping.
Walking to him, I peer over his shoulder. “Was there a sale or something?” It’salmostfunny. There are like eight tests.
He shrugs. “You never know how many we’ll need.” He nearly shoves the test in my hand.
Inhaling a deep breath, I accept this situation then disappear into the bathroom. When I emerge again, Asher is sitting exactly where he was the last time I crossed this doorway. This time, his body is more subdued and his fingers thrum along the edge of the mattress.
“And?” His eyes widen.
I hold up the stick. “We wait a few minutes.”
I sit next to him, and he scooches over to make space. Sitting side by side, I feel his warmth and inhale the scent of his cologne; today it reminds me of cardamom. Our vision drills into the test stick that is face down in my hand. The silence is unbearable, and I can hear an invisible ticking clock in my head. We sit there for a few minutes until I accept that the time is up.
A breath escapes my pursed lips, and I slowly flip the stick.
And my world just changed forever.
“Shit,” Asher grits out, and he rubs his face, his mouthgaped open. My stomach does a giant somersault. “Take another test.”
I hop up to standing. “Screw that. Give me all of them.” I hold out my hands, and I’m determined to prove this test wrong. Thank goodness I didn’t empty my bladder because of the whisper in the back of my head that maybe I would need to take another test.
He’s in full agreement and scoops up the boxes and gives them to me. I’m quick to disappear into the bathroom, and five minutes later, we both look down in astonishment at the row of tests on my bathroom counter.
Two lines. Red circle. Two lines again. Oh look, a digital one that says pregnant, in case my mind still needs clarification.
“So…” I say as we both stare blankly at our fate.
“I guess I should be thankful on this Thanksgiving Day that there was a store open so I could spend my evening staring at tests that confirm that you are indeed pregnant.” His quip falls flat, but he gets a point for attempting to joke.
“It’s yours, in case you were wondering.” I can’t drag my eyes away, and I take a deep breath because I’m dizzy from this news. “I’m not some puck bunny who planned to seduce you then trap you?—”
He holds his hand up to stop me. “I wasn’t thinking that. You have no reason to trap me. And you didn’t exactly seduce me. You are just far too sexually confident that I find you intoxicating. A firecracker that makes me thoughtless on the birth control front.”
“Are you saying this is my fault?”
“No. I’m saying you are a woman with power who casts spells on people.”
I blink a few times. “So, I’m FrauPerchta?”
