Lifting my eyes to Gemma, I found her hugging her waist and chewing her lower lip.
“Bathroom. Upstairs.” I tilted my head in that direction.
“What?” she asked in a daze.
A corner of my lips twitched. “Time to take a test.”
Her eyes bulged, and her voice took on a high-pitched quality. “You have one? Here?”
“Never hurts to be prepared.” I gripped her hand and tugged her behind me as I moved through the house. “Come on.”
She grumbled behind me, digging her heels in when we reached the master bathroom. Releasing her hand, I opened a drawer and produced a pink box. Ripping it open, I pulled the white plastic stick from its wrapper and offered it to Gemma.
When she didn’t make a move, I smirked. “Need me to hold it for you while you pee?”
Narrowing her eyes, she snatched it from my hand, stepping past me toward the toilet. “No.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her surly attitude.
Lowering her high-waisted shorts, she sat down and shot me a death glare when I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. Holding the stick between her open thighs, she peed on the pregnancy test before handing it off to me.
Immediately, I set it on the sink and started a timer on my phone.
Three minutes.
Seemed like an eternity when awaiting life-altering news.
Gemma washed her hands. “What now?”
I peeked at the timer. “We’ll find out in two minutes.”
She allowed me to pull her into my arms and exhaled heavily. “What if I don’t know how to be a mom? It’s not like I had much of an example.”
“Hey,” I said softly, tipping her face up. “You know how to love, don’t you?”
“I guess.” She shrugged.
“As long as you have the love part sorted out, the rest will follow. We’ll learn how to be parents together.”
The alarm sounded on my phone, and Gemma jolted in my arms.
“I can’t look.” She buried her face in my chest.
Turning us together, I craned my neck to view the test resting on the counter. With one hand, I picked the stick up by the handle and checked the results against the key printed on the plastic.
Two lines. Gemma was pregnant.
I knew it.
“Babe.” My smile was audible, and that was enough to give it away.
Gemma gasped, peeking up at me. “Seriously?”
I nodded, cradling her face and kissing her. “Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?”
She pulled out of my hold and, with a trembling hand, picked up the pregnancy test. “Oh my God.”
“You okay?” I hedged. “I know we talked about this happening one day, but . . .”
