Page 74 of Mister Stark

“I kept it a secret because of all the lives it could ruin. Yours, Dylan’s, and our image in the public eye.” I admitted as he looked up at me and his eyes narrowed. “This baby might not be yours. It could be your son’s.”

The reality of the situation hit him like a brick wall. He blinked several times, and the tenderness was over. He removed his hands from my stomach and stood. His hands went into his pockets, he gave me space and a sharp look came back to his eyes. He closed himself off once again, but I wanted him to open back up to me. To us and our potential child together. But that reality was uncertain, and he knew that.

So, he gave me space.

“How far along are you?” He asked with ease.

“I’m about seven weeks along, according to all the tests so far.” I breathed as I took the prenatal vitamins and hid them back in the pantry.

“Christ, Celeste, you were so sick, and you were just going to keep it from everyone?” Daxon snapped with concern.

“I had little choice.” The air became tense, and I snapped back. “I slept with you and your son. It could ruin everything if the truth came out.”

“And you thought this was the best idea?” Daxon sighed as he ran his hands through his hair and he grabbed my shoulders. “This was the worst idea you’ve had, princess.”

I held his intense stare. “Oh, ya? Do you have a better one?”

Daxon looked back at me, but didn’t speak a word. He knew there was no better idea except for the truth. A truth that could shatter our lives in an instant and he knew deep down I tried to save us. I tried to spare us all from unwanted heartache.

He let me go and backed away, but the door clicked behind me. I spun around and saw Dylan. His eyes found mine, but I knew they fell on his father over my shoulder. Shit was about to all go to hell and there was no turning back now.

“Dad? What are you doing here?” Dylan asked his father, and his eyebrows knitted together.

I turned my head to look at Daxon, and he looked back at me. His eyes swirled with uncertainty and I caught his hands diving into his pockets. He was nervous, and he had every right to be.

“Celeste was feeling under the weather and I brought her home.” He answered and kept his uneasiness in check.

I quickly added. “I was at the restaurant across the street and felt sick. Your father helped me home, darling.”

Dylan dropped his belongings in the chair and came to my side. He took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. It was the sweetest gesture he had shown me in quite a while.

“Darling, what’s going on? You look pale.” He asked as his eyes searched my face and he caressed my cheek with his thumb. “Tell me what’s going on.”

At that very moment, I knew it was time. It was time to kill two birds with one stone. I had kept this secret for as long as I could and I would’ve kept it longer if I could, but this was it. Daxon knew and Dylan would too. It was time for the truth.

Well, some of it at least.

I saw Daxon move towards the door to escape the private moment. His hand touched the doorknob, and I wished he would stay. But I understood his reason to flee.

“I’m pregnant.” I blurted out the truth and looked Dylan right in the eyes.

He stood there with his mouth agape. No words tumbled out, and it shocked him. He didn’t move, but his face suddenly changed to pure happiness.

“You’re pregnant?” He belted out, lifted me up, and spun me around. “Did you hear that, dad? We’re having a baby!”

Dylan stopped spinning me and I looked over at Daxon, whose hand fell from the doorknob. He looked shocked, and he didn’t expect me to tell Dylan like this. I didn’t expect any of it to go like this, but I figured it was time.

Daxon’s shock turned into joy as he looked his son’s way and beamed brightly. “Congratulations, you two. I’m going to be a grandfather!”

Or father.

Dylan put me down and went over to his father. He grabbed him and pulled him into a big hug. Daxon patted his back, peered at me over his shoulder, and his eyes locked onto mine with fright. But his face spoke it all.

What the hell were we going to do now?

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