Page 198 of Bride By Initiation

We haven't talked about kids. Everything was about The Underworld. Now that we have our seats, the new worry is how to get out of Sean's debt without Fiona having to marry Kirill. And since we don't know when the Omni will decide it's time, we know the clock is ticking.

Sean gets flustered whenever we discuss it. We always end up in bed, with Sean on a mission to outperform our last sex session.

I'm not complaining, but it's made him a tad mentally absent lately. I don't know how he's going to react.

I enter the kitchen, grab my Social Security card, and go to my office. I open the closet and pull out my crate of gift wrap, sorting through different bags until I find a small black box with a gold ribbon.

I stick the pregnancy test and Social Security card in it, then secure the ribbon.

Within minutes, Sean arrives with bags of Italian food. He sets them down, kisses me on the lips, then wiggles his eyebrows, asking, "Are you ready for parentgeddon?"

I groan. "Let's hope it's not that bad."

He kisses me on the forehead and states, "I think we'll be good." He takes a tray of lasagna out of the bag.

"My dad did promise to try and forgive you for ruining all his fatherly wedding dreams," I add, recalling the conversation where I made peace with my parents and told him I wouldn't dig into his past anymore. But I also stipulated he needed to get over his animosity toward Sean. Mom agreed.

Sean cringes. "Can't say I blame the guy. If I had a daughter, I'd kill the guy who married her and didn't ask me for her hand in marriage."

"Well, aren't you old school," I tease.

He shrugs. "She better marry someone I approve of, or he'll be six feet under."

My butterflies take off. I reach for the box and hold it out to him. "I got you something."

His lips twitch. "You did?"

"Yeah. Well, two things, actually."

"Why do you look nervous?"

"I'm not," I lie.

He looks excited yet cautious. He unties the bow, lifts the lid, and goes still.

I babble, "I only planned on showing you my name change, but then I couldn't fit into my jeans and realized I hadn't had my period. Since you can't keep your hands off me, and I kind of forgot to refill my birth control, well...well, now we're having a baby."

He slowly lifts his gaze to mine. "You forgot to refill your birth control?"

My gut dives. "Yeah. Sorry. There's just been a lot going on." I bite on my lip.

He stares at me.

I blurt out, "Are you mad at me?"

He tosses the box on the counter and slides his hand around to the back of my head. He fists my hair and tugs it back.

I gasp, squeezing my thighs together.

He slides his hand over my belly. "My baby's in here?"

"Of course it's your baby. Who else's baby would it be? Don't even start that with me because?—"

He slips his tongue in my mouth and kisses me until I'm whimpering.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" he mumbles, smiling against my lips, his greens twinkling.

I laugh. "I don't know. I just peed on the stick!"

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