Page 17 of Only Everything
A twig broke behind me, and Emmett’s hand traveled over my back as I tried to catch my breath.
“Well, I guess this explains all the junk food and why you might be sick.Ha.” He laughed. “Me, a dad. I wouldn’t mind that so much. I mean, I had a shitty dad, but that doesn’t mean I have to be one.”
I dug my fingers into the dirt as seconds passed. I wanted to run. To scream. All I could manage to do was speak. “Water? Toothbrush?”
“Oh, right.” He headed away as I straightened and pushed the hair back from my face.
What a nightmare. This was worse than I feared. I had to leave first thing when we got back. Well…as soon as he left. I couldn’t leave while he was there. He’d never let me. But when I was able, I had to escape. Fast.If Emmett wanted this, he wasn’t going to stop until he found a way to get it. This was one thing I wasn’t going to allow to happen. To be connected to him for life because of a child would be a death sentence. I’d never escape him then.
“Got it.” He handed them over, staying by my side as I used the bottled water to brush my teeth. The rain was still light, but I couldn’t stop from shivering as the drops soaked into my hair. I had to figure out how to get out of here. I had to use this to my advantage.
“I’m sorry I got sick. That really came from nowhere. I should probably get to bed. I’m not sure I’m going to beany better tomorrow. Would it upset you too much if we just headed home in the morning?”
“To buy that test?” Even in the dark, I could see Emmett smile as he pulled me against him, kissing against my lips.
“Yeah,” I said, weakly, leading him back to the tent. “We should probably do that.”
I dusted off my feet, climbing back to the pallet on the floor. Emmett was right behind me, covering us up, and pulling me back to face him as he held me.
“I have a better idea.”
“Better?”
“Why don’t I drive to the Mini Mart in the morning. I’ll grab us coffee—me a coffee, you can have juice—and I’ll get a test. They have to have one.”
“You want me to pee on a test out here in the woods?”
He laughed, kissing my forehead. “Think about it.How amazing would that be to find out we’re having a baby in the same place I proposed?”
“It would be…great.Perfect,” I rushed out, trying to hide my awkwardness at how much this was scaring me. “I just…I really don’t feel well. And I’d hate to get our hopes up. You know? I know this is exciting but…I just think it might be a stomach bug. It might be better just to go home and take the test there.”
His head shook slowly as he seemed to think.
“We can’t risk it. I would be so disappointed if it came out positive and we weren’t here.”
My lips twisted, knowing arguing was pointless. “Can you at least get me coffee too?”
“It’ll be cold by the time I get back.”
“Then grab me a cold coffee drink in a can. I need some sort of caffeine. If I’m pregnant, I won’t drink it. I’ll drink the juice instead.”
Emmett beamed, kissing me eagerly, only to slow as he weaved through my hair, holding me to him. His knee pushed between my legs, and he eased his arm underneath me, pulling and rolling to spin me on top.
My heart sunk. My fight flared. I wanted to attack him. To go wild and tell him I said no.No. No!The Tauren that knew this role kissed him back. She sighed and moaned into his mouth. She disassociated and disappeared like she always did.
“Fuck, I want this. I want us to get married. I want to move out of our apartment and get a real home.”
Emmett’s hand gripped into my ass as he moved me against him. His hard length ground into my stomach, but I saw nothing but gray eyes below me. I saw the hunger inReid’s handsome face. Almond-shaped smoky eyes. Dark, short hair. Square jaw. Those lips, moaning my name. The passion increased in his intense stare as he fucked me and said I was his forever.
My body came to life, and I blinked hard, scrambling back. Emmett’s hand caught in my hair, but I took the pain as I put distance between us.
“Fuck, Tauren. What the hell?”
“I…I thought I was going to be sick again. I-I can’t breathe. My stomach.”
“Again?” He sat up, watching me.
“I’m sorry. I just need a minute. It might pass.”
