Page 135 of Enforcer

I lean in, reading thepregnantresult as I squeal.

Dropping the other tests to the ground, I snatch theClear Blueout of his hands and lock my eyes on the 3+ to the right of the result as tears brim.

“I’m pregnant,” I breathe.

Dante takes the test from me and tosses it across the room, and I straighten as he lifts me into his arms and twirls me around the room. “We’re pregnant!”

His thrill and the way he saidwehad me bawling like a baby against his neck as he twirled me, causing a bit of nausea to rear its head.

He sets me down on the counter next to the sink, and I wipe his tears from his cheeks.

“How long have you known?” he asks.

I shake my head. “I didn’t. Brynne asked me today if I skipped my period because she noticed I’ve not been feeling well and I’ve been so tired and sick.”

“Why were you in here alone?”

I swallow, trying to choose the right words. “I didn’t want to be sad with you in the room if I wasn’t pregnant.”

“You wanted to be pregnant?”

I nod. “At first, I was scared as my initial reaction. Pregnancy isn’t a small thing. It’s life-changing. Then, I realized I wanted it so fucking badly that I didn’t want to see a negative result. I knew I would need a moment alone if it was.”

He smiles sweetly, brushing my hair back. “Understandable, tesoro.”

“We’re having a baby,” I sniffle.

He nods. “We are.”

“Are you going to be able to share?” I ask him jokingly.

He shrugs. “Guess we will find out. Are you happy?”

“So fucking happy,” I cry, fresh tears forming.

“Me too. I love you, tesoro.”

“I love you, baby.”

“No fucking way,”Dante says, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head at the technician.

“Check again.”

“Sir, I’ve checked five times.”

I am in stitches laughing because if not, I’ll cry.

“Well, I’m paying you, so check again.”

The tech opens her mouth to argue that he’s not, in fact, the one paying her, and I shake my head at her. One thing you don’t want to do is press a Ricci man when he’s already in a rage.

I reach for his hand as she turns back to the machine, and he gives it, squeezing me.

“We will go elsewhere, love. We’ll find someone more competent.”

The tech scowls at him but puts more jelly on my growing stomach.

“My love,” I start, but he shakes his head.

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