Tears gather in her eyes as she looks between the four of us. “Are—are you… mad?”
Mad.
I let out a shaky laugh. “Abbie Girl…”
Lincoln leans down and presses his forehead to hers carefully. “Mad? There is no world that exists that we would be mad over the fact that you’re going to have our baby, Sweetheart.”
Lawson’s hand cups her cheek. “You’re really pregnant, Honey.”
A tear falls down her cheeks as she nods.
“We’re gonna be dads,” Beau adds, voice thick and laced with emotion.
There’s a baby.
Ourbaby.
I look at my three best friends. Each of our eyes is shining with unshed tears. Well, not Beau. His are definitely falling.
As the four of us look at one another, we don’t have to say it out loud.
It doesn’t matter whose DNA it is.
We all know.
This child is ours.
Every single one of ours.
I brush my thumb over her knuckles. “You’re carrying something we made together,” I tell her quietly. “Part of you. Part of us.”
Her tears fall more rapidly now, and Lawson’s hand falls to her belly. “I am.”
I can’t help it. I kiss her stomach next to Lawson’s hand, and I feel her take in a shaky breath as my lips linger for a moment.
“I’m sorry—I know this wasn’t the plan. With—with everything that was going on, I forgot to make an appointment to get another shot, and—and… I’m just sorry.”
“Don’t ever apologize for giving us this, Red. This is the greatest gift you could have ever given us,” I whisper.
“Thank you,” Lincoln says, the two words we’re all thinking.
Outside the room, machines hum softly, the same tune day in and day out.
While inside our room… everything has changed.
Chapter twenty-seven
Abigail
Pregnant.
I’m…pregnant.
The word doesn’t feel real.
Even now. Even after the doctor said it. Even after the ultrasound tech dimmed the lights and turned the monitor toward us. Even after I saw it with my own eyes.
Pregnant.
