Page 172 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

Right?”

My mind instantly goes haywire. “Oh, my gosh! I totally forgot about

that, Percy. Everything that happened was so sudden. Ryan hit the

tree, and I went to bed… I didn’t even get to see the—”

He cuts me short, holding the test up for me to read.

Clear as the sun is out, there are two lines on that test.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Yes, darling. You are.”

I have to cover my mouth to keep from screaming. At first, I don’t

know if it’s out of shock or fear, but in the end, I think it’s both.

Besides, my heart is slamming so hard against my chest at the idea of

having a family in the first place I forget to even congratulate Percy.

He’s going to be a father, and how funny of him to find out before me

that I’m going to be a mother!

“This is crazy,” I breathe, reality suddenly crushing me under its

heavyweight. “We haven’t been together that long, Percy. And… and

this was all supposed to be pretend. What about your band, and what

about my cars and—”

“Hey, slow down, darling. Everything is going to work out. I

promise.”

I nod slowly, my hands raking through my hair. “Yeah, you’re right.

I’m just worried, that’s all.”

“I know that. I’m worried, too. But I love you, and we’re going to do

everything we have to, alright? I will quit the band and help you do

the cars while you're pregnant. I don’t want you working under those

things again after your shoulder, and I will handle the bills around

this place to help ease your stress. Just show me how to fix the cars,

and I will.”

I inch back from his outstretched arms, horrified. “What? No.”

“No? Leah, you can’t work on those cars when you're in the later

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