Page 33 of Taming Drew

“I’ll go get you a test.”

I chew on my lip.This can’t be what you signed up for. Please don’t let it be true.“Get two, please.”

He rushes into the bedroom to put on his clothes, mumbling. “I’ll get three.”

DREW

I stepinto the hotel elevator. Her words keep echoing in my head.I always use condoms. How the hell did this happen?My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I see a picture of a goat eating a Mustang’s hat. Travis.I dial his number.

“Hey. Everything okay? I figured you’d be too deep in Chloe to come up for air.”

“Trav?”

“Drew? What’s wrong?”

“I. I’m going to the store for a pregnancy test, well three tests.”

He sighs on the other end of the phone. “That’s great news, isn’t it?”

Is it?My head is trying to sort it out, but my heart has his arms crossed with a silly grin, and he’s nodding. “I don’t know. She’s freaked.”

Travis takes a breath. “I can imagine it’s a surprise, but these things can happen.”

“But this wasn’t supposed to be permanent. She didn’t agree to that.”

“I’ll bet it was the outdated condoms.”

“What?”

“Your condoms in the drawer under your sofa. I told you they were old.”

“Oh, shit. I didn’t think about that.”

He chuckles. “We talked about it.”

“I know, but it didn’t register.”

His chuckle gets deeper. “You mean your cock was too busy doing the thinking for you. Isn’t she on birth control?”

“No. She changed insurances, and the pill she’d been taking wasn’t available, and the new one had too many side effects, so she was taking a break. That’s what the condoms are for.” My head is racing and the calmness in my heart is making me nervous. “If she’s pregnant, I can’t let her go, Trav.”

“I knew when I looked at the two of you that you weren’t going to let her go, no matter what you’ve been telling yourself. You looked like you’d won the championship and gotten MVP at the same time, when you said your vows.”

I did. It was right. I didn’t marry her because of my image problem or to help the team. I love her. “Oh shit.”

“Just realized it, huh?”

“What am I going to do? She’s freaking out.”

“Get the tests, pull her into your arms and tell her you love her and want to keep her, before you find out if you really knocked her up.”

“You’re a smart man.”

“Yeah, and I want to be the godfather.”

“Sure.” I hang up the phone as I leave the hotel to walk down the street to the pharmacy. “Please be okay with this, Chloe. You’re mine.”

EPILOGUE

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