Page 78 of Tempting God

“That is it.” He pauses, as if he’s unsure about whatever it is he’s about to say. Finally, he says, “You know, you never told me if you wanted kids or not.”

“Didn’t I?”

“Well, we spoke about what our children’s lives would look like, but you never said if you wanted them or not.”

“Grant Carter. Are you asking me if I’ll have your babies?”

“I guess I am.”

I reach over, taking his hand. “Yes, I want to have your babies.”

“You do?”

“Yes, but don’t get your hopes up. I’m on birth control.”

As soon as I say the words, I still. Oh my gosh. I never called my doctor back to reschedule my missed appointment. Reaching into my purse, I pull out my phone and check my calendar. Dread coils deep in my stomach. I’m three months overdue for my shot, and Grant and I haven’t used protection once in the five weeks we’ve been together.

Grant asks, “What is it?”

“Just realizing that I’m late getting my birth control injection. Like, really late.” I close my eyes as I say the next part. “And you and I haven’t exactly been careful.”

“Greer, look at me.”

Opening my eyes, I meet his gaze.

“I want kids with you. If you’re pregnant right now, then that’s wonderful. But if it’s not the right time for you to become a mother, we have options, and I will support your choice.”

“How are you so damn perfect?”

He shows his white teeth as he smiles. “I’m far from perfect, baby.”

“I guess I should make an appointment with my doctor.”

“Let me know when it is, and I can go with you.”

I snort before I can stop myself.

“What?”

“You know, if I end up being pregnant, everyone is going to say that’s why we rushed to get married.”

“Fuck what people say.”

“Your team might not feel the same way.”

“Look at me, Little Fae.” I do and he says, “I don’t care what anyone other than you thinks. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

His eyes darken, but the SUV comes to a stop, making him groan.

“Really, my team should be more concerned that I’m about to walk into this rally with a boner…”

I’m laughing as the doors open, and I step outside. People cheer for Grant, who rounds the SUV, coming to my side. But what’s shocking is the amount of people who cheer for me. We smile and wave to the people before making our way into the convention center.

I’ve never been to a rally like this before. It’s similar to the events HYPE used to host, but on a much larger scale. It makes me wish Felicity was here with me. She’d get a kick out of everything and probably have some great ideas. Grant and I are ushered to a room for hair and make-up. Grant winks at me as an older woman powders his face. I mean, we’ve got to look good on TV, right?

After hair and make-up, we’re led to a room where Grant speaks to his campaign managers. He’s given a final draft of his speech and then Somya turns to me.

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