Page 134 of The Loathing

And as much as I try, my eyes fall heavy and within minutes of being close to her, I am gone.

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I slowly open my eyes, my arms stretching above my head and it takes me a moment to realise that I am in Amora’s room. I reach my arm across but her side of the bed is empty. Panic swarms me but within minutes, I see her walking out of the bathroom.

“Good morning,” I smile at her and she smiles back, her beautiful red hair is up in a ponytail but loose strands tumble in curls round her pretty face.

“First morning we’ve actually woken up together,” she smirks, climbing in bed next to me and sitting crossed legged.

“It’s not enough,” a lazy smile creeps onto my lips, “how are you feeling?” reaching for her, my fingers trace circles on her thighs.

“Sick,” she sighs, her eyes dropping to her lap.

“I have a test with me, the rest are in my room…”

I slip my hand into my pocket and pull the test out that is wrapped in the instructions.

She nods, licking her lips as she stares at the test.

“I’m scared,” she admits after a while.

“You have nothing to be scared about baby, I’ll be here… every step of the way.”

“You will?” her brows raise, her voice is timid.

“I will.” I nod, and even though I am terrified of the outcome, I would never let her know. “It’s you and me Twilight.”

Her fingers walk across the bedding towards the test before lifting it and sighing.

“I suppose I better…”

“Yeah,” I snort a hot breath through my nose, my fingers slipping from her skin as she climbs off the bed and I instantly miss her. “Want me to wait here?” I ask and she nods. “Okay baby, I’m right here,” I wink. And once I know she is in the bathroom, I sit against the headboard, my eyes pinned to the door the whole time.

The five minutes she is gone feels like hours have slowly slipped by as each second ticks past, I worry that Wolfe will walk through her bedroom door at any moment. I hear the toilet flush and my heart begins to beat that little bit harder now.

The bathroom door opens, her fingers clasped round the test but her eyes are on mine.

Each step seems to drag, the blood rushes to my ears and all I can hear is my steady heartbeat.

She stops, looking down at the test one last time before her beautiful, glassy eyes land on me.

“I’m pregnant,” she just about manages to let the words escape before she breaks into choked sobs. I rush off the bed, wrapping my arms round her tiny frame and just hold her, my lips pressed to the top of her head as her tears soak through my grey tee.

She’s pregnant.

She’s going to be a mom.

And I’m going to be a dad.

Again.

And my thoughts instantly go to Xavier.

Shit.

He needs to know.

Just not right now.

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