“Then, why was he carrying you?” Brooke asked as she glanced between the two of them.
“Because I’m worth it?” Dylan said, deciding that she was done talking now. That was followed by deciding that she was also done standing. As casually as she could, she started making her way to the couch only to stumble, right herself, and mutter pathetically to herself and-
“Get out,” Quinn said, and if she wasn’t sure that she was dying, she would have kissed the man.
“This isn’t over,” Brooke said, shooting her a glare as she stormed out of the trailer with Jenn by her side, making Dylan wonder why none of her exits were that good.
“Make sure they leave,” Quinn said as he watched Brooke and Jenn through the window for another minute.
“What’s going on?” Quinn demanded as Tristan quickly followed the women who’d made her childhood a living hell.
“Dying,” Dylan said as she fell over onto the couch and-
Nope.
Not a good idea, slapping her hand over her mouth, she struggled to get back up only to find herself picked up, carried to the bathroom and-
Made sure that this day would always be remembered.
Once she was done, Dylan reached into her pocket and grabbed the pharmacy bag before shoving it in his hands. She followed that up by snatching his toothbrush off the counter, doing the same with his toothpaste, and squeezing an unholy amount onto his toothbrush before spending the next five minutes scrubbing every inch of her mouth while Quinn stood there, staring helplessly down at the bag in his hands and-
“Why did you get three different pregnancy tests?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.
“I like to be thorough,” Dylan muttered as she reached up and snatched the bag out of his hands.
“Are you sure?” Quinn asked as she pulled herself up only to decide that she was actually good where she was when the nausea that wouldn’t stop threatened to make her go for a second round.
“It’s either that or I’m dying,” she said, deciding that it was now or never and gestured for him to close the door.
After a slight hesitation, he did, leaving her to pull herself up on trembling legs as she shoved her pants down along with her panties and pulled the first test out of the bag as she sat down. Telling herself that everything would be fine, she opened the box, pulled the test out and spent the next minute doing her best not to panic.
When she was done, she placed the test on the back of the toilet, cleaned up, opened the door and-
“Well?” Quinn asked, looking nervous.
“It takes five minutes,” Dylan said, moving to walk past him only to find herself picked up and carried to the couch.
Once he placed her on the couch, she closed her eyes and promptly fell over onto her side, shifted, slowly exhaled, and then gestured for him to get on with it.
“She filed an injunction to stop construction on Blackwood Manor,” came the announcement that they’d expected from the very beginning. When they decided to do this, they realized that having B.T. Construction working on Blackwood Manor would give them away, so she transferred ownership over to Quinn with the agreement that she would get it back as soon as Blackwood Manor was finished.
“How did she take finding out that I handed it over to you?” Dylan asked, already having a pretty good idea.
“Exactly how you’d expect,” Quinn said as she heard him pacing the floor.
“That must have been fun,” Dylan said, cracking one eye open so that she could watch him as he moved, looking lost in thought as she noted the hopeful look in his eye while he kept glancing towards the bathroom.
“It was a blast,” he said, swallowing hard as she watched him give up on waiting and made his way back into the bathroom only to stumble out of the bathroom a moment later with a look on his face that told her everything that she needed to know.
He wanted this baby more than anything and so did she, Dylan realized.
She just hated knowing what had to happen now.
CHAPTER 21
Monday
He was fucking pathetic, Quinn decided, but even knowing that didn’t stop him from sending his bedroom door wistful glances.
