Page 30 of If Tomorrow Never Comes

Madison sitscross-legged on the bed. Light from the morning sun is streaming through the sheer white curtains. The pregnancy test is face-down on top of the end table like a ticking time bomb.

Three minutes.

Three grueling minutes is how long it takes to find out if your world is about to change.

I pace the room like a madman, brooding and biting my lip until I taste copper.

“Calm down, Liam.” Madison giggles as my phone timer chimes.

She makes no move to take a look at the test. On a deep breath, I pick the damn thing up and flip it over, holding it out in my palm between us.

Both our heads are bent over it, nearly touching. I hear her sigh before I take in the one pink line.

Part of me feels deflated at the thought of my baby not growing inside her. Or that I could have had a reason to go guns blazing into the other room and tell them all to fuck off with their plans. I would take my woman and run the hell away from here.

The other part of me is relieved.

I want this all behind us.

I want my ring on her finger.

And I want as big or little of a wedding as she wants before we build our family.

The selfish bastard I am wants to spend more time with her—as much as I can get—before baby Kennedy claims their mommy’s perfect tits.

If they are anything like their father, they won’t want to share either.

My knuckle drifts under her chin, lifting it. Tears coat my gorgeous woman’s eyelashes. Before I can speak she’s in my arms. Her head rests on my chest and her hands, still gripping the test, wrap around me. A sob slips past her lips.

“Oh, Liam.”I can’t tell if she’s upset…or…?

Lifting my left hand, I rub soothing circles over her back. The other tangles into her hair, massaging her scalp. “What is it, princess?”

Madison hiccups and sniffles. “I always wanted a baby. And I want a baby more than anything with you. I guess I wasn’t expecting to be so upset over a negative test.” She releases a small shaky giggle. “Now would definitely not be the best time tofind out I’m pregnant. Still sucks seeing one line. I’m worried that my PCOS has caused me to become infertile. The longer we wait, the harder it can be to get pregnant.”

A chuckle of my own follows her admission. “If you want a baby, we will find the best doctors around to get you pregnant. I’ll fuck you from sunrise to sundown. And if we exhaust that option—not that I will ever tire of having my cock buried inside of you—we can find a surrogate or even adopt. Our family will be just as blessed, no matter how that baby was brought into this world—because they will have you as their mum.” I kiss away her tears and bring my lips to hers.

She slaps at my chest. “Why are you so perfect?” Her glossy, red-rimmed eyes find mine.

“I’m far from perfect, baby. You just make me want to be a better man. A man worthy of not just your love, but of our future children, too.” I angle my head to whisper in her ear. “Ditch the birth control. We could have conceived in the shower earlier.” I am pulling at strings here, trying to find a reason for her not to go.

“My period should be coming any day now. I’m not sure that we would have had much luck.”

A knock interrupts our moment, snapping me back into reality.

With an annoyed groan, I drag my feet to the door. Killian’s stupid face greets me. It’s tight with unease as he shoves a small cooler bag into my chest. “Madison’s birth control,” he mumbles.

I open the bag, pulling out the three boxes inside. It’s some sort of monthly ring that you insert. How Killian knew she needed it is beyond me. Fucking detail oriented, organized, lunatic probably tracked her cycles.

“It needs to be kept on ice until they reach the yacht, so leave them in there.” Killian’s voice is void of any emotions and it’s pissing me the fuck off.

Robot boystrides right past me and walks toward Madison. His eyes dart over to the pregnancy test in her hand.

“Fuck. Am—Are you guys…?” The stumbling eejit apparently found his emotions again. They flash across his face like he’s playing a speed round of charades.

“We aren’t. I was just making sure.” Madison shrugs, tossing the test into the garbage bin in the corner of the room.

Killian lets out a sigh of relief. Which I don’t fucking like.Why is he relieved?That could have been his niece or nephew.

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