Page 150 of Stay for Me

She looked behind me, then back to my face. “Wh—what are you doing here?”

Starting my fuckin’ life.

“Checkin’ on you,” I answered.

She set the papers back down and started straightening her desk. “Why? Where is Thomas?”

“Sent him to lunch early.” I pushed off the frame and closed her door, locking that one too.

Diana’s cheeks heated. “Mags, I can’t—um—” She cut herself off, trying to find the right words. “I can’t have sex in my office.”

“Not here for that, gorgeous,” I murmured, coming around her desk.

Silence fell around us, and when I pulled out her chair, bracing both of my hands on the armrests, she cleared her throat. “Mags?”

“Don’t like playin’ games,” I said.

“Games?”

I ignored her. “Too old for that shit. Don’t have the patience for it. This morning, when I came to give my woman a kiss, she didn’t meet my eyes. She was distant, in her head.”

“I—”

“—after everything you’ve been through, Diana, I don’t blame you. Was going to let you have that space and planned on making you talk to me about it tonight.”

Her mouth opened and closed three times before she mumbled, “I wasn’t in my head.”

“In the seven months we’ve been together, you’ve always given me those eyes when we’re talkin’. Hell, even when I have you spread out for me on every piece of furniture I’ve made, face buried in your cunt, you give me your eyes.”

She breathed out my name, her face and neck turning red.

I tilted my head to the side. “Something was wrong with you this morning, baby.”

“I’m okay. I just—I have a lot on my mind.”

My eyes dropped to her chest, then to her belly before slowly lifting back up to her face. “I know you do,” I whispered. She read me, and instantly, I watched the heat fade from her skin, her face growing pale, almost green as panic filled her eyes. “Hey, hey.” I got down on my knees and grabbed her face, my thumbs stroking her cheeks. “None of that.”

“I—I don’t know how to—”

“First things first,” I declared. “I’m going to ask you something, and I need you to dig deep and give me the truth. Can you do that for me?”

Her hands came to my wrists as she nodded. “I can do that.”

I stared into her eyes for a long time, knowing my love for her was unwavering, before I asked it. “Do you want to have this baby?”

Her lips parted, and she leaned back, her hands falling from me. I let her go, giving her the space she needed. “What?”

“You’re pregnant,” I stated.

Those damn eyes I loved so much shined with tears almost instantly. “Yes.”

I shoved down the warmth spreading through my body, pausing it. I couldn’t allow myself to feel anything for it until she gave me an answer. This wasn’t my choice after all.

“Do you want to keep it?” I asked.

Her answer, like her tears, were instant. “Yes,” she rasped, her voice thick.

My throat bobbed. “Yeah?”

---