The doctor chuckles quietly. “I’ll give you two a minute,” she says, already stepping back. “I’ll be right outside.”
When the curtain closes again, Megan blinks up at me.
“Are you kidding me?” she whispers. “We weren’t even trying. We were—” She shakes her head, laughing through the shock. “We were activelypreventing, Mason.”
I pull her into my arms, pressing a kiss to her hair, my own laughter still tangled with disbelief.
“God certainly has a sense of humor,” I murmur, holding her tight and letting the truth of it settle in.
Chapter 33
Megan
Pregnant. I’m pregnant.
We tried for nearly a year. It broke me that it wasn’t happening. And the second I stop obsessing, the second we decide we’re not ready, the second we take actual precautions…it happens?
My brain can’t catch up.
Mason is quiet. Completely still. His eyes are shiny—not quite tears, not quite shock, just full. Full of everything he can’t say fast enough.
“Mason,” I breathe.
He leans forward, resting his forehead gently against mine, and for a second I feel like I’m going to pass out again.
“You’re pregnant,” he whispers, voice shaking.
A tear slips down my cheek. Then another.
A laugh stumbles out of me. Broken, breathy, half sob. “I’m scared.”
He cups my cheeks, wiping a tear with his thumb. “Don’t be.”
“That doesn’t help,” I whisper with a shaky breath.
His quiet laugh mixes with mine, fragile but real, and he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I didn’t think this would happen. Not like this.”
“I know,” he says. “But this is what it looks like when it’s not on our timing.”
I breathe in slowly, leaning into him as I sit with it all. It’s like God is whispering,See? I’ve had you the whole time.
Mason’s fingers tangle with mine just as the curtain rustles.
Dr. Sneed steps in again, a kind smile softening her face. “All good? You want another minute?”
I shake my head. “No, I think we’re good.” I laugh and she steps closer.
“Great. Well, since there was a fainting episode, and we only discovered the pregnancy because of labs, we’d like to do a quick ultrasound before you go home. Just to make sure everything looks good.”
I glance at Mason. His knee is bouncing, his hand grabbing mine instantly when I reach for him.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “We’d like that.”
Dr. Sneed wheels the machine closer. “Your hCG levels came back higher than expected for the date of your last reported period.”
I blink. “Is that…bad?”
