Page 135 of Forsaken Oath

But someday, apparently, is now. It’s today.

What the hell am I going to do?

My hands tremble as I set the test on the counter. I glance at my reflection in the mirror, my cheeks pale, my eyes wide and brimming with uncertainty. Beau’s been outside with Vivie, teaching her how to parallel park—his patience endless and his grin infuriatingly smug every time she stalls out.

Is he going to be mad? Not the loud, shouting kind of mad, but the quiet, frustrated kind. The kind where he runs his hands through his hair and says things like,okay, we’ll handle it together.

I don’t want this to be something we have tohandle. Like it’s a problem.

Like how my sisters and I were problems for our mother.

I suck in a sharp breath at the thought.What if I’m just like Darla?

The bathroom door creaks open, and Beau’s voice carries from the hallway. “You ready, Peach? I think we should let Viv drive over. She’s gotten really good at?—”

He stops when he sees me, his brows furrowing as he steps inside. “What’s wrong?” His voice softens immediately, concern threading through his words.

I shake my head, trying to summon the courage to speak. My chest tightens as I point to the test sitting on the counter.

His gaze shifts from my face to the counter, and his steps falter. For a moment, the world stands still.

“Oh shit,” he whispers, his blue eyes flicking back to mine. “You’re pregnant?”

Is that a thread of hope I hear?

“I—I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I stammer, my voice breaking. “We said we’d wait. We were supposed to wait, Beau.”

To my horror, my eyes fill with tears. I wipe them away before they can fall.

He crosses the small bathroom in two long strides and kneels in front of me. His hands cradle my face, his thumbs sweeping across my cheekbones.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice steady, grounding. “It’s alright. Look at me, baby.”

I do, my breath hitching as his gaze locks onto mine. There’s no frustration in his expression, no disappointment. Just Beau, my Beau, with a look so tender it makes my chest ache.

“You think I’m mad?” he asks softly, his lips curving into a small smile. “Baby, how could I ever be mad about this?”

“But we said?—”

“Plans change,” he interrupts gently. “And yeah, this is a surprise, but it’s a damn good one.”

His hands drop to my waist, tugging me closer. “You and me? We’re fated, Peach. And this baby? It’s just one more piece of our destiny falling into place.”

I suck in a shaky breath, searching his face for any hint of hesitation or doubt. But there’s none to be found. Only love, bright and unwavering, shines back at me.

“I’m scared,” I whisper.

He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering. “I know you’re scared, baby. I am too. But more than that, I’m excited. I’m so damn happy I feel like I could burst with it.”

The knot in my chest loosens as his words settle over me. And just like that, the panic starts to fade, replaced by something softer, something warm.

“You really mean that?” I whisper.

He presses his forehead to mine, his voice a low rumble. “Of course I do. I love you, Peach.”

I look into Beau’s brilliant blue eyes, so full of love and certainty, and feel the last of my fears melting away. His hands are warm and steady on my waist, anchoring me, grounding me in this moment that will change our lives forever.

“I love you too,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “So much.”

His smile widens, those dimples I adore flashing. "We're having a baby," he murmurs, wonder coloring his tone.

A laugh bubbles up from my chest, half-sob, half-joyful. “We’re having a baby.”

“I guess this is a good time to tell you Graham found a loophole for my inheritance,” he says with a smirk. “Our kids.”

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