Page 29 of Such A Good Guy
Then I pulled up the pregnancy test and looked at it.
The drop of liquid dreams seemed to move painfully slowly as the blood rushed` in my ears.
One line. . .
Where was the other line. . .
Fuck, where was the goddamn line. . .
No, goddamnit, she wasn’t pregnant yet. . .
My stomach sunk, bitter disappointment rising in my throat.
If she wasn’t pregnant, I was going to go out there in thirty seconds and yank up that skirt, shove her against the wall, and impregnate her right in front of all of Iqaluit.
Wait. . .
Was that a line?
Did I see the color darkening?
Then thick, dark pink, bright and un-fucking-mistakable.
Positive!
Before I knew what I was doing, I was jamming my fist in my mouth, almost fucking howling with pride in her and excitement for our baby.
She was going to be the most cherished woman in the world and our baby was going to be the most rightfully spoiled baby in all of existence.
My heart was thrumming and throbbing with joy and I felt reckless, wild.
My gentlemanly plan to win Luna wasn’t working for shit.
The more I saw my pregnant future wife, the more the dark need to take her crawled along my skin.
How long could I fight it until I lost?
CHAPTER 8
Luna
“You took a long time in the bathroom,” I said suspiciously.
His eyes did look a bit red and strange.
Maybe hewason drugs.
I wouldn’t have thought a square like Luke O’Neill would be, but he was behaving kind of suspiciously.
“Are you stressed?” I asked.
I hadn’t ever seen him like this, not the way he had spoken to me when he was trying to convince me not to eat the raw fish.
I mean, he’d always been protective, and I’d always felt that occasional flash of attraction from him, but he’d never had that note of iron in his voice before.
Like he was going to do what he wanted.Takewhat he wanted.
And the way he had effortlessly held me by the wrist. It was infuriatingly controlling, of course, but the way there had been nogivewhen I pulled, no way for me to escape unless he let me go.
