“And that would be?”
“Take a pregnancy test,” he says.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he says, taking each of my hands in his. “Think of it as you doing it to prove me wrong. I know you love doing that.”
Only Maddox Gallagher could make me laugh in this truly terrifying moment. Because how the hell is it even a remote possibility that I could be pregnant.
We used protection. Sure, the sex was intense, but I think I would’ve noticed if it fell off or was busted in some way. Right? No way Maddox has fucking turbo sperm.
Also, how in the actual hell could it happen that the one time—the one time—I’m a little reckless and try to do something to make me feel good, that something like this could happen.
But damn it did feel good. Up until this moment, I’ve had zero regrets about my night with Maddox. It’s led me here, and I’m truly happy. Except now that I’m wondering if I brought home a souvenir I didn’t know I purchased, was being reckless worth it?
“Hey,” he says. “Talk to me.”
I shake my head, because I don’t even know the first thing to say, so I quickly revert back to our prior conversation. “You’re right. I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t know.”
And then when I do know—and if it’s positive—my brain is going to be going in a million different directions.
Like how I always wanted a family, but that was before. How having a baby wasn’t even on my radar. How the life I just got back is about to be upended. How Maddox and I are so new, what is going to happen to us if we’re now about to be parents.
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
Maddox’s sudden movements snap me back to reality.
“Where are you going?”
“To get you a pregnancy test,” he says. “I already had plans to go get you ginger ale and crackers and anything else that you personally want to help your stomach, so now while I’m out, I’ll pick up a pregnancy test.”
Is this man for real? Also, how the hell is he not freaking out by this?
“Seriously? You’re going to go and buy a pregnancy test?”
“Of course. You go lay down. I’ll be back before you know it. Don’t worry about a thing. I have everything under control.”
CHAPTER 19
MADDOX
I’m freaking the fuck out.
Like. Freaking. The fuck. All the way out.
Pregnant? She’s pregnant? I mean we don’t know she’s pregnant yet, but I’d bet my newly inked fifteen-million-dollar-a-year contract that she is.
Shit. Money. I need to start the baby a college fund. And a trust. I’m going to forget. While I’m here, I need to swing through the notebook aisle and grab one for all the baby to dos.
I get those first before making my way over to the ginger ale and crackers area. I want to drag this out, because the gravity of this entire situation is finally hitting me, but the store isn’t that big, and the crackers and the ginger ale are only an aisle apart.
Lovely.
I slowly walk from the grocery part of the store over to the pharmacy side. I stop to browse some contact solution—I don’t wear contacts—before meandering past the cough medicine. My detour is proving me well because I see some anti-nausea medicine. I should definitely pick some of that up for her.
Wait. Can she take this? I don’t know how any of this works. I turn over the box, quickly reading it, only to see she can’t. Phew. Good thing I read it. I’d be the worst expectant father inAmerica if I poisoned my baby the first day I knew about it. And that says something considering I grew up with the worst father in America.
No Maddox. Don’t go down that path. Focus on the now. Focus on Gabi. You can have a panic attack about that later.
