“It says morning is the best time to do this. Your urine is most concentrated.”
I jackknifed to sitting. “What are you doing?” I snatched the unfolded insert from him.
He smirked. “You missed out on the reproductive unit in junior high health class, didn’t you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Baby, you can’t get pregnant just by swallowing. It doesn’t work that way.”
As much as I tried not to smile, I couldn’t hold it back. “Shut up, you dumb ass.” I shoved him until he moved so I could put on my leg.
“Why do you think you’re pregnant?” He stood, straightening his amethyst tie, looking mouthwatering in his black suit and white shirt.
Grabbing the box, I brushed past him to the bathroom. “Because there are two things I can’t remember very well.”
“What’s that?” He stood in the doorway. Nope, he ownedthe doorway. I couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone actual words with him looking like sex in a suit.
“Mind turning around for a second?”
“You wanna see my ass in this suit.”
Dear God, yes!
“No. I’d like to pee without you watching me.”
He grinned then turned. “What two things?”
“I can’t remember for sure when I last had a periodorthe last time we used a condom.”
My cell phone rang on the nightstand. “Ugh!” I doused the three sticks as quickly as I could, tossed them on the counter, washed my hands, and ran to get my phone. “Hey, Mom.”
Her timing was impeccable.
“Good morning, sweetie. So this is the big day. Are you nervous?”
Cage came out of the bathroom, giving me a wink and mouthing “gotta go.”
I nodded, mouthing “love you.” We both knew there was no such thing as a short conversation with my mom. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t going to wait to see the test results before leaving, but the sports world was waiting for his announcement—so was I.
“I don’t know what I am. If he walks out on that field again, I’m not sure my heart will survive, but at the same time I love him. I want to watch him live his dreams no matter where they take him or how long they last. That’sliving.” I walked back into the bathroom. “What the hell…”
“Lake, what are you talking about?”
“N-nothing. I… I have to go. I’ll call you after the press conference.”
“Lake!”
I ended the call and ran to the back door. His truck was gone. I tried calling him. He didn’t answer. After throwing on my clothes in less than thirty seconds, I grabbed my purse and jumped into my car. My key fob was missing. I ran inside to the rack by the backdoor that had spare keys. My spare fob was missing.
“Dammit, Monaghan!” I stomped my feet like an errant child.
My keys were gone.
He was gone.
The pregnancy tests were gone.
Perchedon the couch with my back ramrod straight, I watched the sports commentators discussing everything Cage Monaghan. The buzz was just as I suspected. He was going to play again if the team doctors cleared him. Of course they had an interview with a doctor who stated the huge risk it was to play again. Even with the surgery, it would always be a weak spot in his body and another injury like it could be more devastating.
