Page 16 of Can We Try?

“I can try.” He chuckles. “Can you?”

“Honestly, I’m not so sure I can. Especially with Briar being pregnant, and the others trying, or at least getting lots of practice in. We talk about babies and pregnancy a lot.”

“We’ll tell them together. You tell me when and we’ll do it together. That’s our new motto, Mags. You, me, and baby peanut.” He rubs my flat belly again. “When can we find out? Oh wait, do you want to find out?”

“Do you?”

“Yeah, I mean, I think so. It would be nice to know so we can get his or her room ready, and pick out a name, and we’ll need double of everything for my place and yours. Damn, I need a bigger house. I’ll start looking.”

“Your house is fine.”

“It’s a small two-bedroom, and the second bedroom is so small, it’s almost like it’s a large closet. Besides, the yard is also small, and we’re going to need a swing set and room to play.”

“Not for a while.”

He shrugs. “Still needs to happen.”

“Let’s just get through the next four weeks, and then you can plan and buy until your heart’s content. Deal?” I hold my hand out for him, and he places his in mine. I don’t know how I expected this conversation to go, but it wasn’t like this. Lachlan has calmed my fears and has accepted this pregnancy with open arms.

“Deal. Now, have you eaten?”

“No.”

“What does my baby momma want?”

“Honestly, I don’t even know what won’t make me sick right now. I’ve been eating saltines, ginger cookies, and having ginger ale.”

“Okay, how about we try a grilled cheese? I have some soup, tomato, or chicken noodle, I think in the cabinet.”

“You don’t have to cook for me, Lachlan.”

“You said we could try, and this is a part of that.”

“You’re right, I did. Grilled cheese and tomato soup is my favorite.”

His eyes sparkle. “Mine too.”

That’s how we spend the evening. Lachlan makes us dinner that I’m able to eat without incident, and we talk for hours about the baby, about life, and it’s one of the best nights I can ever remember having.

I was scared to death to tell him, but he took those fears and spit them out, showing me the kind of man he is. He wants to try, and I want that too. More than anything, I want our baby to have two loving parents.

When I leave his place and head toward my own, a peace I haven’t felt since I first suspected I was pregnant washes over me. Maybe we can really make this work. Maybe we can really give this a try.

Chapter

Four

Lachlan

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I cleared my schedule for the entire day, but that just means I’m antsy as I wait for three o’clock to roll around. I’m excited, nervous, and scared as hell. I can’t even hang out with Maggie before our appointment because she’s working today.

Today, on the day we get to hear our baby’s heartbeat, she’s working. The woman works way too much, and I’m sure as she gets further along in her pregnancy, I’m going to have to stay on her about taking time and resting.

So, here I am, at nine in the morning, hours before we have to be at Maggie’s doctor’s office, and I’m too damn restless to stay in this house. After grabbing my phone, keys, and wallet, I head out to my truck. I’ll go to the shop to work on some drawings or give the guys shit, maybe take a walk-in, which is something we don’t do often. Our guest artist handles the walk-ins unless we have a no-show or cancellation, or days like today when I need a distraction.

It doesn’t take long for me to get to the shop. As soon as I walk through the door, Drake furrows his brow.

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