Page 23 of Whisker Me Away

“That’s okay. Are you alright? Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I say right away. Carefully setting the tray down, I kneel before Spencer, reaching up and caressing his cheek. He smiles at me and the sight would bring me to my knees if I wasn’t already here. “I just want to tell you something real quick.”

“Okay,” Spencer says slowly. “I’m listening and not going anywhere.”

“Like you could run away right now anyway,” I say with a chuckle.

“Even if I could, there’s no place I’d rather be.”

I lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose. “I care about you so much, Spencer.”

Spencer’s face softens. “I care about you too.”

“I want to be with you. When we get back home, I’ll move in with you or you can move in with me, I don’t really care. All I care about is that you know you’re it for me.”

“Really?”

I grin at the familiar response. “Yes, really.”

Spencer’s eyes begin to water and a moment later, tears are falling down his cheeks. Despite the tears, he’s grinning from ear to ear. “Okay.”

I kiss him again. And then again. And then once more just because I can.

That felt easy. Now it’s time for the hard part. Reaching back to the tray, I grab the pregnancy tests, setting it on the bed in front of Spencer.

“I don’t think you’re sick, sweetheart,” I say softly, just barely above a whisper. “I think you might be pregnant.”

Spencer’s eyes widen. He stares down at the pregnancy tests before looking up at me and then back down again.

“Holy shit,” he hisses out. “Are you serious?”

I lean into him, burying my face against his hair and breathing him in. There it is, the twinge in Spencer’s scent that I didn’t notice before. Spencer’s scent has changed, something slightly sour.

“Yes,” I say simply. “Are you okay?”

Spencer looks like he’s in shock and I wait, petting him softly as he processes the news. Just when I’m about to properly get worried, Spencer smiles.

“I’m okay. Holy shit. I can’t believe this is happening. We only did it the one time!”

I can’t help but laugh. “That’s all it takes. At least that’s what I heard in health class.”

Spencer smacks my chest before freezing. “Oh my gods. What about you? You could be pregnant too!”

“Probably not. What’s the likelihood of that happening?”

Spencer grabs the box of pregnancy tests, opening it and passing one to me. “Wanna test together? You can hold mine and I can hold yours.”

A startled giggle leaves me and suddenly, despite the tension that was there just a moment ago, we’re both giggling until we’re breathless. This feels so serious but there’s something beautiful about being able to get through this together.

“Absolutely not,” I tell him, kissing his nose. “But Iwilltake a test. Just in case.”

We both take turns in the bathroom, pissing on the stick before setting them on the counter in the bathroom. Spencer lies back down and I decide to lie with him, holding him against my chest. My hand wanders down his side, finding its way beneath his shirt. I feel him shiver against me as I caress his stomach. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, not until we know for sure but my instincts are taking over, wanting me to mate, protect, and comfort.

My brain might be telling me to pump the brakes but my animal instincts are overwhelmingly in agreement that Spencer is my mate.

The fifteen minutes it takes for the test to give a result somehow feels like a second and a year at the same time. Whenthe time has finally passed, we walk to the bathroom, hand in hand.

“Oh,” Spencer breathes out. “You were right.” Then he looks over and starts giggling all over again. “But so was I!”

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