Chapter Twenty-Four
Three Months later…
Jedidiah stared atthe wand in her hand. A plus sign. She was pregnant. She shouldn’t be, but she was. After the fourth straight day of barfing every morning she’d decided to take the test. She hadn’t told Trevor she might be pregnant because she didn’t think she was. She was on the pill for crying out loud.
She knew you could get pregnant while on the pill. It wasn’t common but it happened. She’d been late taking her pill a few times. Maybe that had done it.
She’d moved in with Trevor shortly after they got back together. They spent nearly every night together anyway, not to mention the days, so it seemed reasonable. They were happy. Trevor still rode with BFK but nothing bad had happened since the shooting before Moore’s original trial. A new trial date had been set and Frank Moore had been convicted. He and his brother were both rotting in prison. Hopefully for a long time.
Since they’d gotten back together Trevor hadn’t done anything too risky. The worst he’d done was to climb a tree to get a neighbor’s cat down. Since the poor thing was meowing pitifully she was glad he had. She’d accepted that didn’t mean he never would do anything dangerous, but she’d become a lot more philosophical about it. Her weekly appointment with the counselor had helped a lot too. More than she’d imagined it would. So much so that she and the counselor had decided to stop the weekly visits and she started going in once a month instead.
Chase and Ella’s baby girl was growing fast. Gabe and Chantel had had their babies and the twins were adorable. Jedidiah liked being an aunt but she also liked being able to give the twins and her niece back to Mommy or Daddy when they got fussy.
Now she’d have a baby of her own. It didn’t seem possible but the test said otherwise.
Their friends, Will and Mel Reynolds, had had their second child a week before and she and Trevor had stood as the baby’s godparents when the baby girl was christened. She and Trevor had even talked about having a family one day. One day. In the future.
There went that plan. They weren’t even married. They’d touched on the subject but they’d both been content to live together. But a baby changed things. Maybe she was old-fashioned—which totally surprised her—but she wanted to be married to her baby’s father before she gave birth.
Instead of blurting out the news to Trevor as soon as he got back from his run, she decided to fix a special meal that night and tell him then. She was antsy all day. Deeply into his newest app, Trevor was oblivious.
“I need to stop early today,” she told him. “I want to go to the grocery.”
He looked up from his work. “Why? We just went.”
“I wanted to make something special for dinner and I don’t have all the ingredients.”
“You don’t need to do that. Let’s just pick up a pizza.”
“We eat pizza four days out of seven.”
“Not that often. Besides, you’re the one who thinks pizza is the perfect food.”
That was true but it still annoyed her. “Fine. We’ll have pizza.” Honestly, the man was so frustrating sometimes.
“You seem a little crabby. Something going on?”
“No.”Unless you count the fact that I’m pregnant.
He sent her a speculative glance. “Okay, if you say so.”
She gave up and tried, without much success, to go back to work. Finally it was dinnertime. Delivery was going to take forever so Trevor left to pick up the food. While he was gone Jedidiah paced.
What if he didn’t want the baby? Or he wasn’t ready? Hell, she wasn’t ready, but she wanted the baby. She hadn’t even been sure she was pregnant for a full day and she already loved the baby desperately. Was that odd? Or was it normal? She had no idea.
Trevor brought the pizza back and they took it into the den to eat on the couch. “Want a beer?” he asked.
“No, I’m good.”
“It’s your favorite.”
“You go ahead.”
Jedidiah didn’t say much during dinner but Trevor made up for it. He talked about his new app and a problem he was having with it. Jedidiah couldn’t concentrate so when he asked her a question she’d say, “Hmm.” Or something equally noncommittal.
“Something on your mind?” he asked when they’d finished the pizza. “I asked you if you thought the new app was the stupidest idea ever and you said, ‘Hmm.’”
She laughed. “I’m sorry. Yes, I do have something on my mind.”
