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“No! I’m not comparing your situation with Thomas cheating and the woman being pregnant.”

“Okay, but I don’t understand.”

“You might if you let me finish,” I said, my nervousness for what he would do when I told him, making me lash out.

“By all means continue,” he said.

“Thomas and I tried to have a baby, but nothing worked, then his girlfriend becomes pregnant. And that put it right in my face, I was the reason we weren’t conceiving.”

“That’s what you meant when the condom broke. I panicked a bit, and you said not to worry about it. I thought you meant you were on the pill. I was going to ask you, but it slipped my mind with everything going on. You can’t think you being unable to have kids would matter to me?”

“It did me.”

“Ah, sweetheart. I’m sorry. So that is why you were acting weird. You were afraid of how I would react? Christ, I thought you were going to tell me you decided this week that you couldn’t deal with my situation with Poppy.” Dom chuckled, and when what he said sank in, I was pissed. All nervousness gone.

“You ass. You having a child makes no difference. I fell in love with her the second I saw her. This week was hell, I missed you and her, and I struggled with that because of how fast everything is moving between us. Then I’m not back two days and I start throwing up. Then I had the workshops to attend, and I had to sit through those with an upset stomach. When it dawns on me that I missed my period, I freaked because hello, I thought I can’t have kids. The only reason I bought the test is because my symptoms fit. Throwing up in the mornings, breasts more tender...no one should search their symptoms on the internet...I thought I was dying from sixty different illnesses and diseases. Thankfully, I calmed down enough that I figured the best thing was to start ruling out things. Hence, buying the test. Once I got it home, I started panicking again. Because if it came back negative meant I probably did have one of the other—”

“River!” Dom said loudly, interrupting me. “Are you pregnant?” he asked after I stopped talking.

“I was trying to tell you that,” I said defensively.

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry for interrupting you. But I was afraid the baby would get here before you got around to telling me,” he said and grabbed me, pulling me on his lap.

“What are you doing?”

“First, I’m going to kiss you. Then I’m going to take you upstairs to my bed. It’s been a week. Those quickies didn’t hold me.”

“So...you’re okay with the baby?”

“Yep, I’m a multitasker,” he said, then kissed me.

After he devoured my mouth, he carried me upstairs and showed me not only did the quickies not hold but that he was a helluva multitasker.

Chapter Seventeen

Jag

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