Page 98 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“Would you like me to hold the stick for you?”
“Absolutely not! I’d probably pee on you.”
“And?” His grin widened as his eyes grew hungry.
“Get out of here. You’re nasty! I’ll call you back after I pee. I can’t do it with an audience.”
“Okay.” He laughed.
I peed on the stick, set it face down on the counter, and yelled for Ashton to set the timer.
“Timer’s on,” Ashton said, holding up his phone. Three minutes.”
“Three minutes feels like three years,” I mumbled, my knee bouncing uncontrollably as I stood there.
Ashton hooked his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him.
“I know you’re scared, babe. But whatever it says, we’ll be okay. I promise.”
When the timer finally buzzed, I froze. My hand wouldn’t move.
“Do you want me to look?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to breathe.
He flipped the stick over, and his expression was unreadable for half a second before his shoulders slumped.
“It’s negative.”
I let out a breath. I didn’t know what I felt—relief, disappointment, maybe both tangled together. Even though it wasn’t the best time to be pregnant, the fact that I wasn’t brought tears to my eyes.
“So that’s it?”
His mouth gave way to a reassuring smile, despite his eyes revealing disappointment.
“Hey. It just means not yet.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “We’ll get there when the time is right.”
“I want to have a baby, Ashton. It just isn’t the best time right now with the shop opening tomorrow and everything.”
“I know, sweetheart.” He pulled me into him.
“What’s wrong?” Eloise walked into the bathroom. “Are you okay, Charlotte?” She walked over and wrapped her little arms around us.
“I’m fine, honey.”
“Are you pregnant?” She pointed to the stick on the counter.
Ashton and I looked at each other.
“No. I thought I was, but it turns out I’m not.”
“It would have been cool to have a brother or sister.”
“Sweetheart, how do you know what that test is?” Ashton asked with concern.
“Mom used to take them all the time.”
“She would tell you that?” His brows furrowed.
