Page 118 of Legacy

Havoc and Margaret continue talking and laughing, and it’s nice to hear her in good spirits. When she was first diagnosed, the medication was intense. If she wasn’t sleeping, she was sick. And even if her being off the drugs and out of the hospital means something else, at least she’s able to be a part of the family again.

Once I’m in my bedroom, I strip off my cut and grab an already-ruined T-shirt. Havoc needs an extra set of hands at Kings Auto today, and with the other guys already preoccupied, I offered to help.

Stepping into the bathroom, I slip on the shirt and spot the pregnancy test box sitting on the counter again. Reagan must have moved it back in here from the nightstand, and it stirs up everything that rushed my system last night.

What I wouldn’t give to have a baby with Reagan. Maybe even two, three, five… as many as she’s willing to have. If it’s up to me, I want to keep her pregnant and fill this house to the point where we need to expand it.

Until Reagan, more kids wasn’t something I considered. But now that I have her, there’s no end to the possibilities.

I pick up the box, and something inside moves around. Glancing at the trash, I see the negative test still sitting on the top, so it must be the second one, but when I tilt it to peek inside, I see this one’s been used as well.

She was still feeling sick when she woke up this morning, so maybe she took another one?

Sliding the test out of the box, I stare at it for a second, thinking I must be imagining things. I flip the box over and read it twice to make sure I’m not.

Two lines.

It’s positive.

My heart pounds. My chest tightens around my lungs.

Reagan is pregnant.

She didn’t tell me she was taking another test, but she also didn’t know I’d be dropping by the house this morning. If I had to guess, she left this here to surprise me later.

Reagan and I are having a baby.

That realization swims through me. I’m flooded with a hundred different emotions. The last time I felt this alive was the first time I held Beatrice in my arms, and now Reagan’s making the warmth in my heart multiply.

Setting the test on the counter, I pull out my phone and dial her number. Reagan might have wanted to wait until we were face-to-face to tell me, but I can’t. I need to tell her that she’s everything I’ve ever needed and that I’m going to give our family everything I have.

I need to tell her that I was doubting everything until she stormed into my life and made sense of it.

I need to tell her I love her again.

And again.

And again.

Last night, I couldn’t stop saying it as I fucked her over and over. She’s it for me. To the end of time. The two of us and our family.

Her phone rings five times before going to voicemail.

It’s unusual for her, considering she should be driving back to the house with Venom right now, and she’s always responsive. I try to swallow the sour feeling stirring in my gut and dial again, just in case it’s her phone acting up.

This time, someone answers, but it’s not Reagan.

“Hello?”

“Who is this?” I try to control my temper as I start walking back downstairs.

“Hi, um, this is Olive. I just found this phone in a trash can.” Olive sounds no more than ten.

Just a kid.

“What trash can did you find the phone in, Olive?” My heart hammers.

“The one by the cafeteria.”

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