“Okay, baby. I trust you.” And he did. So he wasn’t going to push it even though he was buzzing with curiosity. If Devon had something to say, he would say it in his own time. He was a very deliberate man, where Laird could be totally in a rush to get things done.
“Thank you.” Devon took him back to bed then, the taste of fried cheese was still a little weird in his mouth because he’d been having it as a snack, and they had one more round of amazing, tremendous loving.
He was going to have the devil’s own time getting up in the morning, but that was okay. This was totally worth it. And if he had not been half in love with Devon before now, he pretty much knew he was after this. He had no idea how he was going to fight it.
Hell, maybe he didn’t really want to.
Chapter
Eight
Devon stared at the pregnancy test, the little plus sign coming up for the second time. He always advised his clients to take two because that way a false positive or negative would probably be corrected in the second test.
So he was totally pregnant. Totally. And he had to find a few of the words he thought about last time they were together, whatever it was he wanted to say. He had to think of a way to explain this situation by saying them tonight.
And by tonight, he meant in the next hour, because Laird was on his way over, and he had some explaining to do.
He started cleaning the front room. It was a little ridiculous, but he had a sinking suspicion that Laird was going to run screaming into the night.
Devon couldn’t blame him.
So he wanted the house to be clean anyway. It made him feel better when things were where they were supposed to be. Order and all that.
The whole cleaning situation managed to keep himbusy until the doorbell rang. And then he surprised himself by bursting into tears, which he managed to tamp down quickly.
God, he couldn’t cry like that.
This was about logic.
Explaining the situation.
He’d been on birth control.
He hadn’t lied.
Obviously, things have gotten out of hand, and now there was a baby. It wasn’t the end of the world, after all. It happened to the best of them.
He went to the door and opened it, offering Laird, hopefully, a confident smile.
Laird, on the other hand, kissed him hard on the mouth and beamed at him. “Hey, babe! How’s it going?”
“It’s going,” he answered. “How was work?”
“It was very worky. I enjoyed it for the most part.” Laird smiled at him, came in and set his overnight bag down. “Where did you want to go tonight?”
“To be perfectly honest, I think you and I have to talk before we go out because I have… I think maybe once we do, maybe you won’t want to talk to me anymore.”
Laird’s expression turned serious. “Okay, well that’s concerning, but I’m going to choose to believe I would want to talk to you no matter what, so lay it on me. What’s wrong?”
He wasn’t sure actually how he was supposed to put this. He didn’t know how to say what needed to be said, and so he just opened his mouth and said it.
“I’m pregnant.”
Laird blinked at him like a giant, unnerved owl. “Come again?”
“You heard me, I’m pregnant.”
Laird blinked one more time. “You’re sure?”
