Page 88 of Broken Boss

“I’m sure. You’re pregnant, Autumn.”

Why the hell do they make the print on these things so tiny? I squint, reread, then get up and snatch the test from her.

She’s right. There’s a little plus sign.

I stare at it as Orla watches me carefully. “Are you mad?” she asks. “Or happy, or…”

“Yes. I mean, I don’t know.” I groan in frustration, pacing the room with the test still in my hand. “I’m surprised, I guess.”

“Really.” She raises her brows. “You’re surprised after everything you two have been doing for the last couple of months?”

I shoot her a glare. “I’m on birth control, Orla.”

“Yeah, that’s not one hundred percent, Autumn. You should know that.”

I do know that. With another groan, I throw my head back, stalking across the room.

The logical, lawyer side of my brain is screaming, This is a career ender! The other side—the side I’ve kept quiet for the last almost-decade—is a little relieved. It can be over now. We don’t have to keep pretending to be this badass bitch.

Images flash through my mind. A nursery, all soft pinks and grays, light streaming in through a window.

It hits me that I’m picturing the guest bedroom at Chris’s house.

“Oh, God. This is bad.”

The moan I let out is feral, from deep in my gut. Orla leans forward, chewing on her lip.

“Hey, it’s not like we can’t fix this, Autumn. You have options. We can go down to a clinic, talk to someone…”

But before she finishes her sentence, I’m shaking my head.

Her eyebrows rise a second time.

“So…you want to keep it?”

My hand ghosts over my belly. How far along am I? She’s right, Chris and I have had sex enough times that I can’t know for sure without seeing a doctor. Another image flashes through my head—an ob-gyn exam room, the ultrasound machine, some ambiguous nurse. Thinking of facing that alone, my heart aches.

But would Chris ever…?

“Well, you can always leave the baby on Chris’s doorstep once it’s born. It’s not like he can’t provide for a child with all that money in the bank.”

It’s a low blow, even if she’s joking, and I roll my eyes at her. “I don’t think when he imagines his future kids, he was picturing knocking up a senior associate at the firm.”

Her eyes narrow. “Wait…did you two talk about having kids? How do you know he wants kids?”

I glance her way guiltily. “I just do, okay? We had a lot of time to talk.”

“Mm-hmm. So, not only are you two in love with each other—stop making that face, Autumn, we’re not arguing about that right now—but you know he wants kids, and you just happen to be pregnant with his. Do you really think he’d be anything other than thrilled?”

“He can’t know,” I blurt out. “It’s…I work for him.”

This is so, so bad.

Chapter 32

Chris

As soon as I step foot in the office Monday morning, I know something is off.

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