Page 103 of Two Wrongs

His attention is bringing up a craving alright, but my stomach takes the opportunity to grumble like an angry bear waking up from hibernation. Totally not ladylike at all.

He chuckles, and I find myself melting in his arms. “We need to feed you and our little one.”

I am able to turn in his arms so we’re face to face. “You’re not angry?”

His forehead scrunches. “Why would I be angry?”

I shrug. “We weren’t trying to have a baby.”

He kisses me sweetly, and my heart thumps hard against my ribs. I’m not used to sweet Griffin. Demanding, grouchy, asshole Griffin, yes, but sweet is throwing me for a loop.

“We weren’t exactly trying to prevent it either,” he says.

I blink several times. “You thought it was possible? I was on the pill.”

“I was fucking you bare every chance I got. I saw the pills in your stuff. They’re the kind that you have to take exactly at the same time every day or they might not work.”

My mouth falls open. “I don’t know what to say.”

He smirks. It’s a bad boy grin, not that anything about Griffin Hale is boyish. “How about thank you?”

“Thank you?” I ask incredulously.

“You’re welcome.”

I can see he’s fighting not to laugh, but that doesn’t stop me from slapping his chest. Not that it hurt him. Does a boulder feel pain when you hit it? “You did not just tell me to thank you for knocking me up.”

“You wanted a baby. I gave you one. I think a thank you is the least you could say. Don’t worry about it, you’ll get it right next time.”

“Next time?” I sputter.

His hands drop down to my ass, and he pulls me against his erection. It feels like Griffin has a breeding kink. The thought sends a wave of arousal I really do not need when I’m trying to be irritated with him.

Griffin rolls me to my back and presses his hard body into mine. A needy whimper escapes. My mind and body really need to communicate better to get on the same page.

“How many kids do you think we’re going to have?” I ask, but my voice is breathy, and even I no longer believe I’m annoyed.

He hums into my neck as he nips the sensitive skin below my ear. “That’s the great thing about having a young wife. You could give me three or four of them still.”

I feel like I’ve been doused in ice water. We still haven’t talked about how we were going to handle anything, and he has us married. Doubt creeps back in. Before I left he kept insisting I had to leave, because of what Liam and the town would think. Now that he knows I’m carrying our baby, suddenly all of that is no longer a concern. Not only that, but he has us getting married? I’m getting dizzy trying to keep up with the drastic shift in our status. We’ve never even really called this a relationship. We were fucking, and now we’re getting married?

I shove at his chest. “I think I should get a divorce before we get too far ahead of ourselves.”

He lets me up, astutely realizing my teasing mood is gone. His hands are out in front of him like he’s trying to soothe a raging monster. “I know things are still messy, but we will work everything out.”

I’m breathing hard through my nose, while I’m shoving my legs back inside of my jeans. “I’m hungry, and if I don’t go and talk to Hattie she’s going to call the National Guard. Let’s just deal with this later.”

Cautiously, he puts his hands on my shoulders. “No more running. You can be mad, worried, scared, whatever you feel, but you have to be here with me.”

A single bob of my head is all I can manage, because the truth is the desire to run is strong. The problem with running is that the moment you stop everything you’re running from catches up to you.

* * *

Hattie is frantically peeringout the curtains when we pull up to the house. The moment we are out of his truck she flies out the front door. She’s far from her usual well put-together self. Instant guilt hits me.

“Is your phone broken? You of all people should know to reply to a message!” She’s completely beside herself, and I know why. The guilt I was feeling intensifies. Unanswered messages, not being able to get my mom or dad on the phone, yeah, I remember why that would worry her.

She grabs my hands by my wrists and I flinch. “You will never make me worry like that again, do you hear me?”

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