Page 21 of Overbooked at Dragon's Landing

I wouldn’t have needed my shifter ears to know that he was in there getting sick.

“What do we do?” Trace asked. “Will he be embarrassed if we go in to help?”

“Nah, he won’t be embarrassed about that, but he will about something. And really, I don’t think he’s gonna be embarrassed as much as he isn’t gonna be happy that I figured it out before he did.”

“What did you figure out?” Trace seemed confused. He hadn’t noticed either, then.

I walked into the kitchen, opened the cupboard, and pulled out a box I’d picked up from the store the day before.

“What’s that for?”

I held it up for him to see more clearly. It was a pregnancy test. Our mate was showing classic signs and, knowing Craig, he’d have figured it out long after the stores around here closed. It was better to have it and not need it than the other way around.

“I have questions. So many questions. Such as, why was that under the sink? And do you really think—could it be?”

“That’s not so many questions. That’s two.” I chuckled.

“Well, it’s two, but they keep going in my head over and over and over again, so it’s a lot.”

“The answers are yes and I don’t know. It was someplace to keep it away from the cat.”

I took his hand, and the two of us went to the bathroom. The door was open, our mate not having taken the time to shut it before emptying the contents of his stomach. He was up, rinsing out his mouth at the sink, looking right as rain.

“Oh, guys, that’s sweet that you were worried, but you don’t need to be. I’m fine.”

“I don’t think ‘worried’ is the exact word,” I said, holding out the pregnancy test. “I mean, personally, I’m more excited than anything else.”

“Wait. You think—you think I’m pregnant?” He came over to us.

“Well, it fits. You’ve been tired. We’ve been going at it nonstop since we moved in—” I probably could have said that more delicately. “And you just hurled for no reason.”

He shot his gaze to Trace. “And you? What do you think?”

“I think that if you’re pregnant, it’s the best news ever. And if you’re not pregnant, then that tells us that maybe we should start trying a little harder.”

“We tried pretty hard,” he muttered.

“That we did. Although, we technically didn’t call it trying, because that wasn’t our goal.” And if the test results were negative, I wanted to make it our goal.”

“As long as I have the two of you in my bed every night, I don’t care what we call it.” He snatched the box from me. “All right, get out. I gotta pee.” He moved to shut the door.

“I’ve seen you pee before.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not gonna see me pee now.”

We waited for him to come out. And he did, less than a minute later.

“So what does it say?” The suspense was killing me.

“Nothing. Directions said to wait three minutes before looking at the result. We need to wait.”

“Three minutes? That’s like an eternity.” Trace rested his head on Craig’s shoulder.

“I assure you it’s not.” I was lying to myself and my mates.

Although Craig was wrong about three minutes being long, it felt like an eternity. Or nine. But finally, the alarm on his watch went off, and he grabbed the test and brought it over to us.

“Okay. Whatever it is, it’s what was meant to be.” His sweet hand was shaking.

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