Page 74 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

His eyes narrowed. “And we never will. I look forward to starting a family with you.”

I clutched his arms.

“Are we having a baby?”

“I haven’t taken a pregnancy test. I’d rather not mention it to your parents tonight.”

“That’s understandable. On the way home, we’ll pick up a few tests.”

“Collin, there is no rush to get married if we’re pregnant.”

His nostrils flared. “We’ll get married before the baby arrives.”

I wiggled out of his arms. “We don’t know if we’re pregnant. There’s no rush.” Gripping the knob, I swung the door open.

Eyes wide, his mother stood in the hall, staring between us. “Are you pregnant?”

I fell back into Collin’s muscled chest. “No, I’m sorry we don’t know. We aren’t concerned about the matter right now.”

She stepped closer and rubbed my arms. “Why?”

“I don’t want to be rude, but I’d rather Collin and I discuss the matter later alone.”

“Do you think you were pregnant before you arrived?” She ignored my words.

“Is that why Collin felt obligated to move you to California?” Her eyes fell over me like I was a dirty rag.

My stomach swished. Please hold on, Kara. At least until you get out the door. Then vomit all over her perfectly manicured lawn. Fucking bitch. I knew his parents wouldn’t approve of our relationship. I refused to answer her.

I stared back at her with just as much venom in my eyes.

“What’s going on down here, Doris?” Mr. Daughtry’s heavy, expensive, designer soles smacked the black slate tiles as he approached. I swear that scowl had been in place since I arrived, hell maybe even before.

“Allan, I think Kara is pregnant.” She smoothed her hands over her pink dress that stopped at her knees.

He clapped his hands. “I knew it. You knocked her up while you were in Alaska.” He glared at Collin.

His gaze met mine. “How much money would it take for you to walk away from my son?” he bit out through barred teeth.

“Son of a bitch,” Collin roared.

Collin reached over my head and balled his father’s green dress shirt in his hand, pulling him close. “No one disrespects her. First, it was Bryce. Now you. She’s my girlfriend. And like I told him; Kara will become my wife.” Collin’s hands gripped his father’s neck quickly.

“Collin, don’t,” I pleaded, as I turned, tugging his navy suit lapels.

“Stop, Collin. You don’t have to fight for me.”

His eyes scanned my wet face. “Baby, you’re talking crazy. You are my family.”

Collin’s eyes darkened as he gawked between his parents. “Did you hear what I said? She will become Mrs. Daughtry. I don’t give a damn if she’s not pregnant. And for your information, she wasn’t pregnant before she moved here,” he barked. Was it just me, or did Collin now speak with an Irish accent like his dad?

“This woman is good, whole, and pure. I don’t deserve her.”

His father coughed in his grip and his face turned a deep shade of red. He slammed his fists into Collin’s arms. My big strong man was unphased.

“Not true, babe, you do deserve me. Please, let him go.”

It was like a light switch flipped in his head and Collin’s face softened. “For you.” He stepped around me and shoved his dad against the wall.

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