Page 249 of Overcast

Which are dangerous and sharp.

I can puncture a hole right now through each of my hopes and think that Stormi is going to hate me the moment she walks out that bathroom door. I can’t see what she’s doing, don’t know what she’s thinking because she wanted to pee on a stick on her own.

I respected it.

Now I want to kick the door in because how long does this shit take?

Making the horrible decision to glance at the white door, I contemplate doing it. What is she going to do glare at me?

Or maybe you’ll just knock her out with it, dumbass, ever hear of just knocking?

My nostrils flare and I relocate back to the antlers.

Again, they’re fucking dumb.

If this was a cute little prank that my sister thought would be hilarious I feel more of an idiot for it taking so long for it to sink in.

Ripping out my cell to ask her just that, the door creaks open, prompting me to pocket it back in my jeans and pivot to my wife standing with that white stick in her hand.

My hands curl into fists because I don’t know what else to do with them. I’m on defense, I’m lost in this situation so I’m waiting for a ball to drop.

“What’s wrong?” Stormi’s face twists and I immediately soften my face.

“Nothing.” I step towards her, a piece of plastic determining how our lives are either going to change or remain the same. “You alright?”

She nods, studying my features for any sign of the real shit creeping through my brain.

I don’t want her worrying about me. I’m not the one that might be carrying around a baby and the risks. I’m not the one who married a crazy asshole who hasn’t been normal since the day his family got blown up. I’m a man with scars that run deep and they’re not pretty. They bring up memories and shit I don’t want to be.

“Marty?”

“Mhm?”

“You’re making me nervous.” I close the rest of the distance between us, pulling her into my arms and leaning in to kiss her lips.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m just...anxious.”

Her blues appear apprehensive. “That’s a new feeling, huh?”

“As of late—” I press my forehead to hers. “—yeah.”

“Marty…don’t be scared. I’m with you always.”

“I know.”

“And now we’re a family of three...because we’re pregnant.” My focus locks on hers and I notice the glint of a smile gracing her face.

She’s happy about the news. Which means she doesn’t regret me...yet.

“And you’re worried still,” she continues on before I shake my head, squeezing her tighter to me. “I love you, Marty. Nothing or no one will ever change that.”

“What if it’s me,” I mutter. “What if you can’t stand me being me anymore. You married me knowing what I do but now...we’re—fuck, baby, you’re pregnant.”

“With our child. The man I chose to be with because I love everything about him. His broodiness and sexy smile.” My lips decide to act on her compliment and lift. “Things that make me want you to do very dirty things to me.”

I groan. “Not right now, let me fucking look at you.”

“Naked?” She perks a teasing brow. “Is that a new trick?”

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