Page 141 of The Proposal Pact
“Make that two!” Matteo shouts.
Sophie
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four…
I look down and the crackers I managed to eat this morning threaten to come back up like everything else has been in the last three days.
“Sophie! What are you still doing in there?” Gracie asks from the other side of the door. “We need to get going! The ceremony is about to start.”
Oh God…
“Sophie! What’s—are you throwing up in there?” she squeals, the noise muffled over the one I’m making leaning over the toilet bowl.
“Open up!” She bangs on the door just as I rinse my mouth. “Are you sick?”
“Pregnant.” I throw the door open, holding up the pregnancy test I just took for fun.
I’ve been feeling nauseous for a few days and my breasts are tender, but I swear, I didn’t think I was pregnant. The test was more as a joke to pacify myself.
Newsflash, it didn’t work.
“Pregnant,” Grace utters slowly, eyeing the stick and then whisper-shouts, “Harry James Potter! You are pregnant!”
“This thing says so.” I lift it up again and take a shuddering breath, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.
“Sophie,” Grace says cautiously, leading me to the couch. “Come on, take a seat. Are you feeling lightheaded? I was very much so in my first trimester.”
My eyes fall to her belly and grow wide. She’s about to pop, her due date right around the corner. I’ll be like that. I’ll be popping in nine months.
Oh God…
“Shh, honey, breathe! I take it this wasn’t planned?” She fans my face.
“N-no. I mean, we said we wanted kids, but it wasn’t exactly in the plans just yet.”
Grace smiles wide. “Those are usually the best kind of plans.”
“But…but…Grace, what if Clover freaks out? Given his history. What if he changes his mind and doesn’t want this?” My hand clutches over my stomach, feeling protective all of a sudden.
It’s as if some switch has flipped inside my brain as soon as I saw those two lines.
“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who’s freaking out. Let’s not get crazy over here. I’ve seen how he is with Vas’s kids and Julie’s daughter. He adores them, and clearly they love him as well. I’m sure, he wouldn’t be all that warm and fuzzy if he felt off about kids.”
“That’s…that’s true. They do all adore him. Especially Killian.”
Vassar and Kira’s son practically worship the ground his new uncle walks on. Ever since we met them a month ago and Kill found out Clover used to be in the Navy, that’s all he talks about.
They bonded so much on the trip that at the end of it, Kill announced he wanted to be like his Uncle Clover.
I’ve never seen my husband’s eyes mist over like that. He did his best to hide his emotions like always but we’ve all seen it.
Now, those two have daily FaceTime conversations. I kid you not. And whenever Callum asks Killian to do something, my four-year-old nephew responds with, “Yes, sir.”
Kira even resorted to calling Clover anytime Kill doesn’t want to eat or go to sleep.
“Look at me.” Grace takes my hands in hers. “This was meant to be. All of it. Now go marry your Shrek—again.” She gives me that pointed look I revived one too many times since she found out about our proposal pact. “And then tell him the happy news. Because you know I won’t be able to keep it a secret for too long.”
I laugh, take a deep breath and fling my arms around her neck, hugging her.
