I have no idea how to tell him. I have no idea how he will respond or what he even thinks about this. It’s only been a few weeks since I met him.
Correction. Was kidnapped by him.
For all I know, this could fizzle out and we’ll end up saying goodbye.
Except we can’t now.
“Hey.” Maddox appears in the doorway, ripping off his black coat.
I swallow and push back the lust that is always there when he’s near me. It’s like this constant high which is never satisfied.
He hangs his coat on the hook in the walk-in closet and then steps into the bathroom. Taking my face in his hands, he kisses me like I’m the most cherished thing in his life.
I really hope I am.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, picking up on my tension. “Did your mother call again?”
She’s called every day for a week, and I finally replied yesterday saying I need time and that I’d come over next week to collect my things. That I was living with Maddox now.
I’ll need to get a job.
I need to figure out who I am and what I want with this newfound freedom. Maddox said I can take my time. That I have my whole life ahead of me. He’s so certain that we will be together.
Well, he might be right now.
“No, I...” But I see the moment his eyes land on the little plastic stick. His eyes shoot to mine.
I nod.
“What is that?” He releases me and reaches for it.
“Something I peed on so you might want to wash your hands.”
Those silver eyes pierce me with their intensity.
“I had my mouth on your pussy this morning. Do I look like I care?”
I laugh, but it’s wobbly.
“Kyra.” He demands.
I step into his chest, and he tosses the stick into the basin and pulls me in tighter, gripping my chin.
“We are pregnant.”
Please don’t leave me. Please don’t freak out. Please don’t hate this.
My body shakes like a leaf.
“A baby.” He rasps and there is so much wonder in his eyes I know I’m crying.
“Yes.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. I haven’t even proposed to you.”
I can’t help my relief and the smile that stretches across my face.
“Not tonight. It can’t be tonight.”