Page 111 of Anyone But You
“I see….Do you think you’re pregnant?”
I shrugged.
“Anything’s possible.”
“When do you want to take a test?”
“I took one already.”
The shock and anticipation made his breath catch slightly.
“And? What was the result?”
“I haven’t checked. The test is on the vanity in the powder room. Will you go get it?”
“Sure. I’ll return shortly.”
True to his word, Knox returned in less than a minute.
“What does it say?” I whispered. My heart thudded in my chest as I waited for him to put me out of my misery.
“Well…Mrs. Ramsey, I think we should gas up the jet and go to Las Vegas this weekend. My mother would have a conniption if we had a child out of wedlock.”
“It’s positive?” I asked in disbelief, even though I knew it was a high probability.
“We’re pregnant,” he confirmed, turning the test for me to see the two solid pink lines.
I jumped from the couch.
“I’m pregnant.”
“We’re pregnant,” he repeated.
“I’mpregnant. I’m the one carrying this child, fuck face.”
“Ooh. That’s a new one; I like that. Are we replacing That Man Over There with fuck face?”
I slowly paced the living room, my hands on top of my head, as if I had just lost the rent money on a parlay.
“This is my fault.”
“What’s your fault?” Knox asked incredulously.
“I should’ve remembered to schedule my appointment, but we had so much going on that it completely slipped my mind.”
“You didn’t remember because you didn’t want to remember, Victoria.”
I rolled my eyes and allowed him to envelop me in his arms.
“Why aren’t you freaking out? Not that you would be upset, but I kinda expected you to be jumping on the couch Tom Cruise-style or something.”
“It’s basic biology, darling. I’ve been coming in you gratuitously. I’m surprised it took this long.”
“Hm,” I hummed. “Do you mean it about going to Las Vegas and getting married this weekend?”
“I do. Take your friends and Polly Pocket and go shopping for our trip. Get whatever your heart desires, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Stop it, Knox. I love you so much, but I will run up your credit card.”
