Page 92 of Cause of Action

“Tony?” My brows furrowed.

“Yep. You’ll be happy to know he is personally being escorted back to Los Angeles. Had you stuck around his security firm a little longer, you probably would have discovered he was still working with Agent Weathers.”

“Sex trafficking?” I asked.

“Yep. He’ll be sitting in a cell next to Agent Weathers.”

“Thank you, Simon.”

“You’re welcome. Feel better, Roman. Oh, by the way. We’re having a party next weekend. You two better be there.” He pointed at us before leaving the house.

I turned and looked at Roman, sitting on the couch. I was nervous about telling him about the baby, but I had no choice. I loved him, and I wasn’t going anywhere. I walked over and extended my hand.

“Let’s go upstairs.” I smiled.

“Morgan, as much as I would love to fuc?—”

“I wasn’t talking about sex, Roman. You need to rest, and I’m going to wait on you hand and foot.”

The corners of his mouth curved upward as he placed his hand in mine. He carefully changed into a pair of pajama bottoms and slipped on a new t-shirt.

“Go on.” I smiled. “Get in bed. You’re not to move the entire day. Anything you need, I’ll get for you.”

“I love you.” He smiled.

“And I love you. We need to talk.” I sighed, climbing on the bed next to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“You wouldn’t be having to rest if it weren’t for me. You, Simon, and Uncle Louie warned me about Agent Weathers, and I still pursued him. I was so blinded with rage about my father that it almost cost you your life.”

“Stop it. It’s not your fault.”

“Roman, they hit you in the back of the head, knocked you out, dragged you from the firm’s parking garage, and tied you up. It is one hundred percent my fault.”

“And you handled the situation well. If you hadn’t put that tracker on my phone, you never would have found me. Which, by the way?—”

I placed two fingers over his lips.

“I did it because I love you. That’s all you need to know.” I smiled. “We’re a couple now, right?”

“I consider us a couple. Don’t you?” he asked.

“I do. I just want to hear you say it.”

“Morgan Ashley, you are the most beautiful girlfriend in the world. And you’re all mine.”

“Will you still love me no matter what?”

His brow arched. “What did you do?”

My heart was beating faster than the speed of light. “I’m pregnant, Roman.”

“You’re what?” His eyes widened. “How long have you known?” His voice was angered.

“Two weeks.” I looked down. “Please don’t be mad. It isn’t my fault. It’s the birth control’s fault.”

“I hate to break the news to you, sweetheart, but it’s the user’s fault.”

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