“Motherfuck—”
“Reed!” Molly scolds and I burst out laughing again.
“Sorry, Mom, but this entire family’s gone mad.”
“Mad for your girl?” I challenge and he finally smiles.
“I guess that’s not such a bad thing. She is pretty spectacular.” He curls his arm around my shoulder this time and pulls me flush against him, capturing my lips in a kiss.
“And that’s my cue to leave,” his mom announces from behind us, making me smile against his mouth.
I always wanted a more traditional family, and now that I’ve got one, I couldn’t be happier.
The second the room falls quiet, signaling Molly’s departure, Reed breaks the kiss and grabs my face in his hands, his eyes boring into mine. “What do you say we head home right after dinner? It’s time for us to celebrate. Alone.”
I roll my eyes as his brows bounce in anticipation. “You proposed last week, Reed. We’ve been celebrating every night. Sometimes more than once.”
“Yes, but now we’re celebrating that you made my mom cry.”
“Reed! What an awful thing to celebrate.”
“Not when you know that it’s the happiest anyone’s ever made her.” He smiles while I laugh.
“And you want to celebrate that by fucking like rabbits?”
“What?” His face drops. “Fuck. Not when you put it that way. I’ve changed my mind. No sex for you.”
“We’ll see.” I waggle my eyebrows just like he did and sashay out of the room, giggling when he groans behind me.
Despite joking about it, my stomach throws our sex plans out the window when I feel nauseous during dinner. Don went out of his way to put on some of my Aussie BBQ favorites, and even the smell made me ill.
Reed flashes me a concerned look as we drive home, but I ignore him until a thought hits me and I freeze. We shouldn’t even be able to have sex this weekend. I should have my period. “Stop the car!” I yell, and without looking behind him, Reed slams on his brakes.
“What happened?” he asks, finally checking for other cars before putting his truck into park.
“We need to go back to the twenty-four-hour pharmacy.”
“Shit.” He cringes in sympathy. “Is it that bad?”
“No. Well, yes. But it’s not that.”
“Not what?”
I bite my lip before grabbing his hand. “I think we should get a pregnancy test.”
Reed’s jaw drops.
“Is that a good jaw drop or a bad one?”
Without a response, he throws his truck into drive and U-turns right there in the narrow back street, heading to the closest strip mall. The one he knows will be open. “It’s a bloody good jaw drop, Hayls. I’m fucking stoked.”
I laugh at his Aussieism, before my hand falls to my stomach, praying I’m right now that I’ve seen Reed’s excitement.
My eyes water as I read the pee-covered stick, the positive markings staring back at me. “Reed?” I glance up as the first tear cascades down his cheek, and the most beautiful smile lights up his face.
“We’re having a baby?” he asks, his voice full of wonder.
“We are.”
