“I know, I know.” He snags one end of the towel and holds it hostage, pulling me forward to kiss me on the forehead.
We stand in silence, side by side in the bathroom, until my eyes drift toward the counter—where the second test is still sitting. Wrapped in toilet paper, poorly disguised.
I exhale. “Should we check it?”
Maverick nods. “If you want to.”
I shake my head and take a slow step forward. My hand hovers for a second before I peel back the tissue, expecting to see that single line.
I blink.
Then blink again.
Because there are not one buttwovery dark, very obvious blue lines staring back at me.
“Oh,” I whisper.
Behind me, Maverick tries to look over my shoulder. “What?”
I lift the stick higher without turning around. “Um. There are ... two.”
He moves closer, squinting. “Two?”
“Lines,” I croak.
He says nothing. Neither do I.
We just stare at it, like the extra blue line is about to stand up and explain itself.
“Well,” he finally says, voice weirdly calm. “That’s not negative.”
Chapter 26
Maverick
Two lines.
Not faint. Not maybe. Not “give it a few more minutes.”
They’re there. Solid. Definitive.
Bright fucking blue.
I scratch the back of my neck, like that’ll help unfuck the wooden nickels rattling around in my brain. Newsflash:It doesn’t.
“Well, shit,” I murmur, because there’s really no other way to kick off this moment.
Annabelle is barely breathing, standing there holding her breath with wide eyes,and that’s when I realize she’s waiting for me to say something smart.Reassuring. Something adultlike.
Instead, what do I do?
I sit.
On the edge of the massive jet tub like my knees forgot how to keep me upright, hands on my face, dragging down my mouth. I let out a slow, stunned exhale.
Wow. Like—holy shit.
“We’re pregnant.” I say the words out loud.
