Page 68 of Dangerous Encore
Her breath slows as she pulls metighter.
"Go back a few steps, angel. Whatever it is, we can figure it outtogether."
"Maybe."
"I promise." I pull her closer. "We can figure out anythingtogether."
"Maybe. But if I tell you, you'll… you'll make me takethetest—"
"Thetest?"
"I…"
"You'repregnant?"
Her shoulders tense. Her breathcatches.
It's like timestops.
A million things run throughmyhead.
Somegood.
Somebad.
Her voice is soft. "Maybe. I'm late, and… I've been, well, maybe this isn't astomachflu."
"You bought apregnancytest?"
"Alessandra gave it to me. I threw up last night, and she assumed." She lets out a quiet laugh. "She asked if it wasyours."
"Of courseshedid."
"It is. If it's something. It's probably nothing. But if it's something. You know I'dnever—"
"I know." I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Bella pregnant. Fuck, I wouldn't have guessed that. Not in a million years. "Is that why you didn'ttellme?"
"No. Maybe… I don't know what I want to do." She pulls away enough to look into my eyes. "If I am… I don't know what I wanttodo."
"It's your body. It's your choice." I cup her cheek with my palm. "Whatever you want to do, I'llsupportyou."
"I know. But what doyouwant?"
"I want you to talktome."
"But… do youwantkids?"
Words fall off my lips without stopping in my brain. "Yeah.Oneday."
"Today?"
"If that's how it goes. And if it's whatyouwant."
"What ifit'snot?"
"Thenit'snot."
"What if I neverwantthem?"
