Page 66 of The P Arrangement

He nodded and let me go.

I looked back at him when I reached the door.

He smiled and gestured for me to leave. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Forcing myself to leave him, I shook my head at how much I wanted to stay and be close to him. The last time I had felt like this was when I was pregnant with Paxton.

The memory made me smile until I mentally calculated when my last period had been. I stopped walking as a shiver went through me, and all the warmth left my body.

There’s no way. Preston had had a vasectomy.

I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure. All sorts of scenarios ran through my head—from him not thinking it was his to him not believing me. If the situation were reversed, as much as I would want to believe him, I’d have my doubts, knowing I couldn’t have any more children. Even though no birth control—even permanent ones—was completely foolproof, we’d only been having sex for a month.

When I did the math, I realized I’d probably gotten pregnant the first night we were together, which would only lead to more doubts.

I had gotten pregnant with Paxton the first month Preston and I started trying, but trying to get pregnant and having an accident were two very different things.

Especially since I knew Preston didn’t want any more kids. We’d always talked about having two, but if his vasectomy was any indication, he’d changed his mind at some point.

Telling him was not going to be easy.

I needed to be one hundred percent certain before I said anything to him.

Continuing on, I hurried to Vivian’s office before someone stopped and asked me what was wrong and reported it back to Preston. There were probably people who had started at his firm after our divorce, but a lot of them still knew who I was.

Vivian and Rayne looked up when I made it to Vivian’s door. Rayne’s smile fell, and Vivian’s brow furrowed.

Shit. I probably looked as worried as I felt, so I pretended to be out of breath.

“Sorry I’m late,” I fake panted.

Vivian smirked and sat back in her seat. “You can give it up, Delaney. Everybody already knows you were in Mr. St. James’s office for the last forty-five minutes.”

Rayne started laughing at the same time her jaw dropped. “I didn’t know,” she pointed out.

Whatever.

At least they thought I was lying because I didn’t want to get caught boning the boss rather than because I might be pregnant.

I collapsed into the only available chair and tried to smile at my friends.

But I couldn’t fool Rayne.

She leaned over and took my hand, a look of concern on her face. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I felt a burn in the back of my eyes—another bad sign—and I shook my head. “Absolutely not.”

Her fingers gave me a squeeze, and she let go.

I had to look away from her before I cried. Not only was I scared about telling Preston I was pregnant—if it was true—but another part of me was also so overwhelmed with hope that I was worried it would swallow me up. I had wanted a sibling for Paxton for so long, and it looked like I might get my wish.

I turned my gaze to Vivian.

She was always levelheaded and not as in tune with emotions as Rayne was, but I had to give her some credit. It seemed she sensed what I needed because she said, “Shall we discuss our next school visit?”

Thank you, I mouthed to her and tried to concentrate on the topic at hand.

But I feared that my time with Preston was about to come to an end, and the worst part was, I hadn’t found any closure in my relationship with him. Instead, there was a real possibility I had fallen back in love.

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