“You’d let me boss you around, huh?”
He latches on to my pulse point on my neck, and I moan.
“Baby, I would get on my knees and bark like a rabid dog if you asked me too. I’m officially whipped.” The idea of Noah Jones being this far gone for me has my blood pumping, the need for him building between my legs.
I push him back and trail my index finger down his black t-shirt. “Well, why don’t you show me right now how much you missed me, Mr. Jones?”
I barely finish my words before he’s up out of the chair, laying me back on my desk, pushing up my skirt, and dragging my lace undies down as he says, “With pleasure, Miss Walker.”
Chapter Fifty
Tori
Call it a woman’s intuition or a mother’s instinct, but when I see two dark pink lines staring back at me on the bathroom counter, I don’t freak out, I don’t panic. I just quietly accept it as I sink to the floor of my bathroom, clutching the stick in the palm of my hand as I process the reality of my situation.
I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant with Noah’s baby.
I wait for the tears, I wait for the fear to take hold, but it doesn’t. I think I’m too numb. Too in shock to truly feel anything in this moment.
Pregnant.
I had a feeling a few days ago when Noah and I were making love, and he squeezed my breasts. The tenderness and pain that shot through me brought me back to the first time I was pregnant, and my breasts ached in the same way.
I have taken my pill religiously, but after a call to my doctor to discuss my symptoms, he explained that the pill needed to be taken at the exact same time every day to be most effective. Between the time zones I’ve been living in, I have been going almost a full day without taking one.
Shit.
He urged me to take a test, and I have put it off for the past few days, but we are leaving for the airport in just a few hours, and I needed to know before we left England to go tell our friends and family about us.
Pregnant, I’m pregnant. A little piece of me and Noah is growing inside of me, and when that thought settles, the fear creeps in. What if I lose this baby like I did my first? What if something happens to Noah before he has a chance to leave the special forces? I give myself a mental shake.
No, we are not doing this, Tori. We are stronger than this.
I’m not where I was. I am not the woman I was all those years ago. I have Noah, and I have complete faith he’s going to be by my side through it all. I don’t have to do this alone.
I rest my hand over my stomach and close my eyes, saying a prayer to whoever may be listening up there.
Please, please don’t take this one from me. I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
Tears trickle down my cheeks, and my body trembles. A mix of fear, anxiety, and excitement works its way through my body.
I just need to figure out how I’m going to tell Noah.
Chapter Fifty-One
Noah
I stir awake, reaching on instinct for Tori, but when I’m met with cold sheets, I rise up and search the dark space for her. The crack of the bathroom door streams a muted light into the bedroom, and I hear a muffled cry. I’m out of bed, in only my boxer briefs, as I pad across the wooden floor towards her.
I open the door in a hurry, and my stomach sinks when I find her on the floor, legs to her chest, head against her knees, soft whimpers escaping her.
I fall to my knees in front of her and plant my hands on her shoulders. “Darlin’, what’s wrong?
She lifts her head, revealing her tear-stained face. There’s a haunted look in her eyes, and I begin to panic.
“Tori, what’s wrong? Tell me.”
She stretches out her arm and opens her palm to reveal a white stick with a pink tip, and I don’t need to be a doctor or even look at the clear window on the test to know the result.
