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Pregnant.

Holy fuck. I did it. We did it. A massive rush of adrenaline hits my bloodstream, and knowing my cum did exactly what I wanted it to do kicks my breeding kink straight into overdrive. That, combined with the feel of her pressed right up against my body, makes my cock go rock fucking hard in less than a second.

I tighten my grip on her waist and drag her closer while she loops her arms around my neck, letting out a loud, breathless laugh. I bury my face in her neck to inhale the sweet smell of her skin, feeling her rapid pulse beating right against my lips. When I pull back, I drop my gaze to her mouth. She’s looking right at mine, and we’re barely an inch apart. I’m going to kiss her. I’m going to back her up against this sink and⁠—

"So, are we ordering celebratory donuts, or what?" Colston’s voice comes through the door and totally kills the moment.

Goldie jumps back, her cheeks flushing bright red, and I adjust myself and grind my teeth together.

What a cockblock. I’m definitely paying him back for this shit someday.

But I can’t really be that upset because holy fuck.

I’m going to be a father.

CHAPTER 12

GOLDIE

The stick feels bizarrely heavy in my palm, like it’s made of some priceless element and not just plastic. The word Pregnant fills the tiny digital screen with unmistakable black letters.

Great shitballs. This is really happening.

Sumner’s standing so close his chest brushes mine with every breath he takes. The air in this spa-like bathroom is suddenly thick and hot, and my pulse is going totally haywire. I don’t know if it’s from being this close to him or because of the positive test we just got.

"So, are we ordering celebratory donuts, or what?" Colston’s voice comes through the door, totally shattering the bubble.

Sumner squeezes his eyes shut like he’s trying to find the will not to murder his friend. His jaw flexes so hard a muscle ticks in his cheek. He steps back, taking all those glorious muscles and heat with him. The sudden loss of contact makes me ache a little. My body is practically humming from the friction of his thick hard-on pressing against my hip just a second ago and all the things flitting through my imagination that I could do with it. The pull between us is so intense it takes effort not to grab his shirt and drag him right back against me.

You know, so I can rub myself all over him.

It doesn’t help that his eyes flick down my body and slowly drag back up. I shiver and press myself harder against the vanity so I don’t literally throw myself at him.

He runs a hand over his buzzed hair, gathering himself as he blows out a breath. Neither one of us answers Colston. I think we both just… need a second to process.

And cool down.

Really, I should be panicking because now I’m facing the reality of what could potentially be a really stupid decision to procreate with a total stranger. The consequences of my own actions, if you will.

But looking down at the screen, there isn't a single drop of fear in my body.

A massive, breathless rush of pure joy expands in my chest until I think it might burst open like in that movie Alien, except, you know, with happiness and glitter and everything instead of a slimy, gross alien baby thing.

Hot tears prick the corners of my eyes, and a giddy laugh bubbles up my throat. I’m going to be a mom. I’m getting the one thing I’ve wanted my entire life. Growing up with a single mom who worked three jobs, our house was always so quiet. It was just the two of us against the world, and while I love her, I’ve spent my whole life craving a loud, chaotic, crowded dinner table.

And it’s finally happening.

I snap the plastic cap back onto the stick, shove it into the pocket of my sweatpants, reach past Sumner, and yank the bathroom door open.

Colston’s leaning against the wall across the hall, holding his phone. He looks between the two of us, taking in Sumner’s murderous expression and my massive grin. "So. Are we celebrating, Goldie girl?"

I don't even think about it. I launch myself across the narrow space and throw my arms around his neck.

Colston doesn't hesitate. He wraps his arms around me and squeezes me in a massive, enthusiastic bear hug, lifting me off the floor for a second. "Hell yeah! Congrats on the successful creampie."

He holds out his hand for Sumner to slap, and he reluctantly does.

I snort out a laugh against his shoulder.