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I ran back upstairs, ignoring the twisting motion, and looked over my menstrual app. I should have started about three weeks ago. With that, I checked my birth control pill container and realized there were days I missed.

A lot, in fact.

Holy fucking shit.

This could not be happening.

I swallowed hard then I quickly changed, threw my hair in a ponytail, and raced down to my car, hurrying to the nearest drugstore. I couldn’t be pregnant, I just couldn’t. And even better yet, how the hell did I tell Shawn?

I mean, it wasn’t like I slept around, and he’s the only guy I’ve been with.

Within twenty-five minutes, I was back in my house, in the bathroom, staring at the test in my hand that had two bright, very distinctive, pink lines.

Two and pink, I repeated.

Fuck me, I was pregnant.

Chapter 5

Shawn

Iran past the coaches, only slowing as I heard something about Marketta. I bent down to tie my shoe, listening as he said that she wasn’t feeling good again this morning and that he was worried, wondering if he should take her to the doctor.

I frowned at that.

She was sick again? That couldn’t be good. I mean, it wasn’t my concern, but I had this need to check in on her, to talk to her myself. Not that I didn’t believe her dad, but there was just a feeling I had, a desperate yearning to make sure she was okay.

I glanced around the court, trying my best to figure out how to get out of this practice today. I know Coach would have my hide, but I didn’t mind. Seeing Marketa was the top priority at this moment.

With that, I hauled ass back to the hallway, waited a few minutes, and then came back in, holding my stomach.

“What’s wrong with you?” Coach Jones asked and I shook my head, feeling like a little kid. I was a grown ass man lying to my boss all because I wanted to check on his daughter.

“Stomach bug. I heard it’s going around.”

“Get out of here, Colter. I don’t want it. Bad enough dealing with my daughter.”

“I’m going home. I’ll let you know tomorrow how I’m feeling.”

“Sure,” he told me, waving me off. I turned, grinning to myself as I left the courts and headed to the locker room to grab my bag.

Thirty-five minutes later, I pulled up to the house in the Foothills, marveling at the sheer beauty of it. It was an older Adobe style house, made for the heat of this area, with huge windows to capture the beauty of both the desert and mountains surrounding it.

I climbed out of my car, taking a deep breath as I walked up to the front door. She would probably send me away again, not wanting to catch anything she had. But at least for right now, I was going to stand at her door and talk to her, see if I needed to take her somewhere. Because a need was bubbling up to care for this woman and I couldn’t begin to understand why.

With another deep breath, I knocked on the door, surprised when she answered it just a few short moments later. She didn’t look like she was sick, but with the grubby clothes and her hair pulled back, she didn’t look alright.

However, she was still gorgeous to me.

“Shorty,” I addressed her with a grin as I leaned against the doorframe.

“Shawn,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “What are you doing here?”

“Was in the neighborhood, thought I’d stop by.”

She narrowed her eyes at me briefly before letting out a breath.

“Huh, interesting that you would say that given that you should be working right about now.” I couldn’t help but laugh, glad she was still feisty enough to give me some sass. “Do you want to come in?”

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