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Going right to the sink and splash some cold water on my face, breathing through my mouth. I try to remember if I’ve felt nauseous at any point over the last few weeks or had any symptoms I should have recognized, but it’s hard to remember. I know I’ve felt tired, but with traveling and so much going on, I’ve gotten used to feeling that way.

When I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay, I leave the restroom and walk back to the table, fear paralyzing me when I’m halfway there. Dizzy with dread, I watch Walker look over the printout of the ultrasound and recognize the exact moment he understands what he’s looking at.

Lifting his head, his eyes meet mine, and the world feels like it shifts under my feet. His expression gives nothing away as he shoves the paper back in my bag, slides out of the booth we were seated at, and begins walking toward me, carrying my purse.

“We’re going home,” he says quietly, and all I can do is nod as he grabs hold of my hand and carefully maneuvers me between tables and right out the door.

CHAPTER21

walker

Pregnant.

She’s fucking pregnant with my kid.

Jesus.

I glance down at her as we step out on the sidewalk. She looks pale and freaked out. Actually, she’s looked freaked since she came out of her appointment.

I didn’t understand it then, but I sure as fuck get it now.

I glance around for the closest cab and spot one parked at the end of the block, and begin leading her that direction, because there’s no way I’m taking her on the train right now.

“Please slow down.” She says and I glance down at her, which means I miss the group of guys messing around as they come around the corner, one of them shoving his friend right into Hanna sending her stumbling into me with an “Oof.”

Wrapping my arms around her I pull her against my front and look over the top of her head narrowing my eyes on the kid who shoved his friend. “Watch what the fuck you’re doing.” Swallowing hard he looks up at me then he glances at Hanna.

“Ugh, sorry, Miss.”

“It’s okay,” she whispers, giving him a smile, and I grit my teeth.

Moving her into my side when I really want to pick her up I hustle her to the cab and open the back door, I wait until she’s inside, then I get in and give the driver the address to the house while I hook her seatbelt around her. My hands shake as they brush across her midriff where our baby is.Our fucking baby. Jesus.After checking to make sure she’s secure, I sit back, and neither of us says a word as he drives us from the city to the house forty minutes away.

When we arrive home, I pay the driver as she gets out, taking her purse with her, then follow her up the walkway to the front steps.

As soon as the door closes behind me, I watch her begin to pace back and forth across the living room, and I stand back with my arms crossed over my chest.

“I can’t believe you went through my purse.” That statement and the look she shoots at me that has my hackles rising.

“I didn’t. When you got out of the booth, you knocked it to the ground and didn’t notice. Everything fell out, and I picked it up.”

“Oh.” Her shoulders slump forward.

“When were you going to tell me?”

“I don’t know. I hadn’t gotten that far in my thought process,” she whispers, stopping in front of the window to look outside.

“But you were going to tell me, right?”

“Yes.” Her gaze meets mine, and tears fill her eyes. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

“Did you get yourself pregnant?”

“Um…” Her brows dart together. “no?”

“Then that apology is fucking ridiculous.”

“It’s not.” She swallows. “I… I was on the shot before I met you. I hadn’t been having sex, so I put off getting it updated, then totally forgot all about it all together. I wasn’t on anything when we started having sex without condoms, so this—” She points at her stomach that is still flat. “—is absolutely my fault.”

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