Not yet.
Tell him before you tell Hank or Hank will tell everyone in six minutes.
Hank is Ev Cole's foreman. Hank has a PhD in gossip from Cole Timber. Patty is right.
I put the phone face down.
I pick the stick back up.
Two lines. Definitely.
A baby.
Our baby.
My chest does something strange. Warm. Big. Half terrified and half in love with a person who is the size of a grain of rice.
Garrett's truck pulls up outside.
I hear the door. I hear his boots. I hear him drop his keys in the bowl on the entry table the way he does, one clink, and Ghost lifts his head but doesn't leave his post at the door because he knows Garrett will come to us.
He does.
Stops in the doorway.
Sees me.
Sees the stick.
His face goes through about six things at once. I watch them all because I've learned his face the way I learned his hands. The set of his jaw when he's worried. The line at the corner of his eye when he's trying not to smile. The way his mouth softens when he looks at me and doesn't know anyone else is watching.
"Is that what I think it is."
"If you think it's a positive pregnancy test, yes."
He steps into the bathroom. Crouches in front of me the way he did the first night I was in his cabin, when I asked him to stay a minute and he thought I didn't know my own mind.
He takes my hands.
"Delilah."
"Garrett."
"How long."
"Six weeks, maybe. Have to see Doc Morrison."
"Are you okay."
"I'm terrified."
"Me too."
I laugh. Wet at the edges.
He lifts both my hands. Kisses my knuckles. Doesn't let go.
"Is this. I mean. Is this something you want."
