Page 110 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

“Guys. Come on.”

Fiona arches a brow at her brother, and he huffs and releases me.

“Five minutes, Fiona. Not a minute more,” he warns.

“Sure. Sure.” She drags me away and down the hall.

“Where are we going?” I follow along.

She pushes into a bathroom, turns and locks the door, then pulls a box out from under her big Rusty Pelican sweatshirt. “I had Melissa bring this over.”

My eyes drop to it. “A pregnancy test?”

“Don’t worry, she’s got a bunch under her sink.”

I lift a brow. “Doubtful.”

“It’s true.” She shoves it at me. “Here. Get busy.”

“Get busy? Now?”

“Yes, now. Pee on the stick thing.Chop. Chop.Rafe only gave us five minutes.”

“You seriously want me to do this right now, while the doctor’s checking out your brother’sbullet wound?” My voice rises on the last two words.

Her hands land on her hips. “Well, I need to know if I’m going to be an aunt. Which, by the way, I’ll be the best one ever.”

“I’m not doing this.” I shove the box back at her.

“Don’t you want to know?”

My shoulders drop, and I turn to the mirror. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I’m ready to know the answer yet. What if I am? Then what happens?”

“Then you tell my brother. He jumps up and down and kisses you, and we plan your baby shower.”

I actually laugh out loud. “Oh, you’resooosure that’s how he’s going to react? Five minutes ago, we were broken up.”

“Five minutes ago, you weren’t pregnant. Well, you were, but… You know what I mean.”

“I don’t want him if that’s the only reason!”

“That came out wrong. Look, Rafe is nuts about you. Your relationship was fucked with by that rich asshole.”

I wasn’t so sure we were going to be able to get back to where we were the last time we were here.

“Just pee on the damn stick already.”

“Fine. Go wait in the hall,” I snap, giving in because Fiona is like a dog with a bone.

She surprises me by hauling me to her and hugging me. “Good luck.”

Once she’s out in the hall, I stare at the box. “Good luck? That it’s positive? Or that it’s negative?”

I do the test and wait.

Fiona taps on the door, and I crack it open. “I’m waiting for the results.”

“Can I come in?” she asks, her eyes going to the test on the edge of the sink, then to me. “You okay?”

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