Page 101 of The Secrets of a Sin

Was I ready for a child?

I never thought in depth about starting a family or if I even wanted one, but something about raising one with Arsen sent my heart into a frenzy. He was possessive with me. I could only imagine how he would be with a child.

Three minutes pass, and I know it’s ready. The answer lies on the stick, but my eyes won’t move. I’m frozen on the toilet. Suddenly, a spurt of courage hits me, and I get up and glace at the stick.

Positive.

Oh my god.

My hand flies to my mouth, and a gasp manages to escape. I was going to be a mom. Joyful tears begin to fill my eyes, and a feeling of having a purpose hits me. This was my calling, to be a mom. It was something I never expected, but pure happiness flooded me.

“Angel? Are you okay in there?” Arsen asks behind the door, and I freeze.

“Yeah, of course.” I wipe my eyes and pretend to be messing with my drawers.

“I heard crying.” He adds, then I hear his hand jiggle on the doorknob. “Did you lock the door?” He asks in disbelief but also worry.

“I’ll be right out.” I announce while scrambling to throw the package away and to hide the pregnancy stick, but I can hear his exasperated grunts of annoyance as his hand continues to shake the handle.

“Open the fucking door, Charlotte.” He growls. “Or else I’ll break it down. And you know I will.”

Damn his craziness.

Placing the stick in the sink, I hurriedly unlock the door, and within seconds, he barges in and cages me into the sink, where he glares down into my eyes. “What were you doing in here?”

With my hand holding on tightly to the towel that's covering my body, I meet his eyes. His still naked chest rubs against mine, and I suddenly feel hot all over again.

“Already hot and bothered again, baby?” He presses further into me, and I groan at his hardness. “Tell me what you were doing in here, and I’ll give you my cock for being a good girl.”

I wanted to tell him, but not like this. Not when we were both ready for round two and oozing desire out of our pores. “I’m just happy.” I don’t exactly lie, and he regards me closely.

“I’d sure hope so.” He drops his mouth down closer to mine, and suddenly his eyes drift towards the sink, and he stiffens. Pulling away from me entirely, he reaches for the pregnancy stick and peers down at the two lines.

His expression is hard to read as his eyebrows dip, and he begins to run a hand through his damp hair. “You’re pregnant?” He chokes out, and I awkwardly nod with a tear running down my cheek.

Was he upset?

“Fuck.” He takes a palm and drags it down his mouth. “Fuck.” He chuckles, but this time I notice the happiness in his tone. “You’re pregnant.” His stare meets mine, and my lungs seize.

He was smiling.

A bright, tearful smile causes me to jump into his arms.

“You’re going to be a dad, Arsen.” I cry into his neck as he holds me tight against his body.

“I’m going to be a dad.” He repeats in disbelief, and I snuggle in closer.

We were going to have a family. Regardless of how we met, our past, or what we went through, we were going to give our child the best life we could offer him or her.

“You’re going to be a mom.” He mumbles in my ear, and I swear my heart flutters from the word.

But even with all the happiness I felt, something somber began to ruin the moment.

Phoebe.

I was going to live the dream that she so desperately wanted, and the thought made my stomach twist.

Would she be jealous?

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