This isn't how I ever envisioned it.
But I take a breath.
"Enzo, Lyndall isn't pregnant."
"Of course, she fucking is. She told me. I saw the test."
"Yes, I know. I got that."
He's not looking at me.
"Enzo!"
"What is it? Lies won't save the prick. And she's grounded until she's ready for retirement." He leans in. "I. Found. The. Fucking. Test."
I stand my ground.
I look at him. "You did find a test.Mine.I'm pregnant, not Lyndall."
He frowns, missing the important part. "What do you mean, it's not hers?"
"That test you found? It was mine."
Chapter Twenty-Four
ENZO
Well,thank fuck my little sister isn't going to star in Pregnant Teenager Moms.
The fury drains from me.
And relief makes me boneless for a moment.
Lyndall isn't fucking pregnant.
That sinks in.
Then follows the understanding—whole and complete—of what Lola said.
Oh, fucking fuck.
It's Lola. She's pregnant.
"I'm going to be a father?"
I can't keep the grin off my face, the lightness blooming in my heart and stomach.
A father. Me.
It's not something I've thought about. Not something I ever really wanted or thought about. I mean, being from my family, I knew I might have to marry someone picked by my father, and then we'd have kids. Or I'd stay the fuck away from stepping into my father's shoes, and one day in something called the distant future, marry, procreate, the usual.
There's a warmth rolling through me in waves. It takes me a moment to recognize it.
Joy.
"We're having a baby?"
"I think so, I...yes. I just haven't been able to go to the doctor." She looks away, then her gaze comes back, and it floors me.
