Page 362 of Billionaire Temptations

I dumped the bag on the bathroom counter. Wes and I began opening the boxes, and I carefully read the directions for each one.

“They’re all the same,” I spoke. “So just hand them to me one by one. I’ll pee on the stick, and then you can line them up in a row. Let your OCD shine.” I smirked.

“Do you have enough pee in you to do all these?”

“I’ve been holding it for a long time. Trust me, I have more than enough.”

I took down my pants and sat on the toilet.

“Are you ready?” he asked as he held the first stick in front of me.

“I’m ready.” I took in a deep breath.

We were like an assembly line. Stick, pee, return. Stick, pee, return. Stick. Pee. Return. When I was finished, I got up, washed my hands, grabbed my Hershey bar, walked out of the bathroom with Wes, and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Three minutes for each of them. So set the timer for five minutes because we have to give the last couple of ones I did time to cook.” I grinned.

“Okay. Setting the timer for five minutes,” he spoke.

We sat there together. Wes shook some M&M’s in his hand and popped them into his mouth while I broke off three squares of chocolate and ate them.

“Want some?” he asked as he tilted the bag towards me.

“No, thanks. Want some Hershey’s?” I asked as I tilted the candy bar to him.

“Nah. I’m good.”

Five minutes was nothing, but to us, it was the longest five minutes of our lives. If I was pregnant, it wasn’t planned. We talked about waiting a year or two after we were married to start trying. But we didn’t care. We were happy and prayed that the results were positive. The timer went off on his phone, and after he shut it off, he took hold of my hand and brought it up to his lips.

“If you’re not. It’s okay,” he softly spoke.

“I know. We still have plenty of time. It’s not like it was planned or anything.”

“I totally agree, sweetheart. Are you ready?”

“I am.” I took in a deep breath.

As he still held my hand, we both got up and slowly walked to the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. We stood and stared at the line of sticks from afar for a moment before walking up to the counter and viewing the results.

“They’re all positive, Anna,” Wes said with excitement in his voice.

“I’m pregnant!” I grinned.

“Wait, what does this one mean? It says 3+.”

“That’s the week indicator one. I must be three weeks or more.”

We turned to each other, and Wes placed his hands on each side of my face.

“We’re having a baby.” The corners of his mouth curved upwards.

“We’re having a baby.” I smiled brightly as our lips met, and we kissed passionately.

“I have to tell Franco. Like, right now,” I said.

“Call him up and invite him over for dinner. I have a plan on how we can tell him.”

We walked out of the bathroom, and I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.

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