The tests hit Maverick square in the chest before falling to the ground at his feet.
I watched as he bent over and picked one up. "What's this?"
"Read it. I think it's self-explanatory."
I got the tests that specifically said pregnant or not pregnant. I didn't want any blurry lines that could potentially leave me confused. I was the kind of person who liked concrete evidence, and I think I had it. Although I would wait for the doctor’s appointment to be sure.
"Pregnant." Maverick looked up at me with disbelief in his eyes.
"Apparently. I guess your super sperm was no match for my birth control." I crossed my arms over my chest with a huff.
"But ..." Maverick looked back down at the test. Then leaned over and picked up the next one and read that too. He did this until all seven tests were in his hands. "You're sure?"
I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling. "Pretty sure seven-out-of-seven tests saying the same thing means I'm pretty damn sure." I couldn't keep the malice out of my voice. I certainly wasn't happy about this, and it wasn't something I would ever joke about.
I could practically see the wheels turning in Maverick's head. I just wasn't sure what they were telling him.
"Say something." I threw my hands out to the sides.
"I don't know what to say."
Well, wasn't that just great.
"Fine. I came and did what I planned to do. I told you, and now I'm leaving."
I made it two steps before the nausea I had been feeling the last few days decided to rear its ugly head. With a hand over my mouth, I took off toward the downstairs bathroom at a fast clipped pace.
I barely made it to the toilet before I threw up the little that was in my stomach. And by little, I meant the two saltine crackers I forced down along with a little ginger ale.
My head was still hovering over the bowl when I felt my hair being moved away from my face and a hand on my back moving in a circular motion.
"It's okay. I got you," Maverick whispered in my ear as I set my head down on the side of the bowl. It wasn't the most sanitary place, but I couldn't be bothered to care. Not when it hurt too much to pick my head up.
"This is all your fault," I hissed, but it lacked its usual heat.
"I know, and I'm sorry about that."
Damn him for sounding genuine in his response.
"You can go now. I'll be fine."
Maverick had the nerve to laugh. "Did you forget this is my house?"
I groaned. I actually had forgotten I was at his place. Damn, just the thought of getting back into my car and driving the short distance to my house seemed like a lot.
I would do it though. I was too stubborn not to.
"You're right." I pushed myself up off the floor with help from Maverick. I stumbled my way back through his house.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked from his position next to me. He was probably standing there in case I fell flat on my ass. My stubborn attitude wasn't about to let that happen.
"Home. Where I belong."
"I don't think so. You're in no condition to drive."
I really hated when men tried to tell me what to do. I hated it even more when I knew they were right. I was in no condition to drive, but hell would freeze over before I admitted that.
"Women have been having babies since the beginning of time, and they've been driving themselves for nearly a hundred years. I don't plan on being any different."
