Page 66 of Dreamboat

I glance at his face. Concern is knitting his brows together. “I’m not sure. The past few weeks.”

“Since we’ve been back from the cruise?”

“Yes.” I nod. “Since then.”

“And you’ve been nauseous since then as well?”

“On and off.” I shrug. “More so the last week or two. The vomiting isn’t every day either, but some mornings I feel like I might have to, but that often passes.”

His eyes search my face before they lock on mine. “When was your last period?”

That question hits me like a freight train because the inference within it is massive.

My mouth falls open but I can’t form a single word.

With the excitement of everything happening between us, my guilt over not telling Matt that I’m involved with his boss, and the anxiety over my looming meeting with Roman and the life-altering decision related to that, I lost track of my period.

“You haven’t had a period since we’ve been back, have you?” His voice is so calm and soothing that I allow myself to sink into that for a brief moment.

“No.” My voice cracks. Not since then.”

“Delia.” He leans forward to kiss the center of my forehead.

“Am I pregnant?” I whisper words I never thought I’d hear myself say.

He tilts my chin up with his index finger. “I think you might be. I can run and get a test or you can wait and see your doctor tomorrow.”

A tear falls down my cheek as I stare into his eyes. “Did we make a baby?”

He swipes it away gently as a smile slides across his lips. “That’s a possibility.”

I don’t know how it’s possible since I’m on the pill and he’s used a condom every time, well almost every time. There was that time when we were in the bathtub in his stateroom on the cruise and he fucked me without a condom, but he pulled out in time.

He moves closer to me. “Your mind is racing. Mine is, too. The first step is for us to find out if you’re pregnant.”

A steady stream of tears falls onto my cheeks. I’m scared. I’m shocked, and I think I’m happy. “Can you get us a test?”

He kisses me softly. “I’m on it. You wait right here.”

I touch his cheek and nod. “I’m not going anywhere.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Donovan

I dump the six home pregnancy tests I bought on the bed.

Despite the anxiety knitting Delia’s brow, she manages to smile. “I take it you want to be double, double, double sure of the results?”

I laugh, too, but mine is laced with less worry. I’ve had the luxury of fresh air and a walk that lasted almost thirty minutes while I was searching for these tests.

On top of that, I had a brief conversation with a woman when I was paying for one of the test. She was in line in front of me, pushing a stroller with a very boisterous three-year-old in it.

Seeing that little boy and the joy on the mom’s face calmed me down. When she noticed that I was buying a half-dozen different pregnancy tests, she smiled and asked how I was feeling.

I answered honestly.

I’m happy. I’m scared to death. I’m confused, but mostly I’m in love with the woman who is currently wearing one of the T-shirts I had printed up for Premier Pet Care.

---