Page 71 of Liberate Us

I sniffled. “I’m pregnant.”

Amber

I expected him tosnap. To freak the fuck out andblame me for letting it happen. I knew it wasn’t my fault but when my exreacted that way, it was hard not to expect the same from Sammy.

Aaron came around eventually and grew to get excited over thefact that I was carrying his baby but it had been too late at that point.

“I’m not him, Red.” Sammy grabbed my hand and slipped hisfingers between mine. “I’m not.”

I leaned my forehead against his chest, taking a deep breath andinhaling the scent that made up him. Sammy Butcher. The man who refused to backdown in the beginning until he got what he wanted and made me realize that Iwanted it too.

Sammy didn’t comment or even ask if the baby was his. It waslike he heard the news and accepted it instantly. He was an asshole most timesbut this part of him, I held it close, knowing he didn’t show it often.

I brought his hand up to my mouth and kissed the back of hisknuckles.

“Look at me.”

I took a chance and met his gaze.

“Tell me something. Am I the first to know?”

I frowned, searching his face. “I don’t know what you’reimplying.”

“Answer the damn question, Red.”

I huffed, rolling my eyes. “If you think I’ve known this forawhile, I haven’t. I found out today and called my mom. So technically, she’sthe first to know and now Shawnee knows too because she found me throwing upwhen I got here.”

Sammy’s face softened. “You threw up?”

“Yeah, morning sickness is no joke,” I mumbled.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked gently.

“Better now that you know.” I stepped away from him and grabbedmy things. “I have to start my shift, but I can try and leave early.”

Sammy came toward me and grabbed the bags from my hands.

“I can carry—”

He crushed his mouth against mine, dropping the bags to thefloor and circling his arms around me. Before the kiss could turn into anythingmore, he placed a soft peck on my forehead and ran the back of his hand over mylower stomach.

My eyes welled at the gentle contact.

Much to my surprise, he lowered to his knees and lifted myshirt. He laid gentle kisses along my stomach and muttered soft words that Icouldn’t hear. But that act alone forced a sob from my lips.

His eyes shot to mine at the sound. Jumping to his feet, hewrapped me up in his arms as I cried against him. I wasn’t exactly sure why Iwas crying. Maybe it was due to fear of how Sammy would react and now that wehad gotten it out of the way, I was crying with happiness.

When my cries subsided, I pulled away from him and wiped myface.

“You good?” he asked, his brows furrowed.

“I am.” I thought a moment. “I need to make a doctor’sappointment.”

“I’ll be there,” he said without me even having to ask. “Everystep of the way, Amber. I will be there.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

He nodded once and gave me a look, but it was a look I didn’tquite understand. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’tthis. He was calm. Maybe too calm.

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