Page 119 of Trustfall

“And then you decidedyouhad a breeding kink, and you kept saying you were going to put a baby in me while we were fucking, even though I’m on birth control.”

He nods.

“Well, you did it.”

“I—”

“Put a baby in me,” I finish for him.

“I put a baby in you,” he repeats as if each word were a question.

“Yeah.”

He sits down on the bed. It’s hard to get a true read on his face, but it’s somewhere between shock and relief. I walk until I’m standing over him, but I don’t make a move to touch him.

“Say something,” I plead softly.

“Emory, I?—”

“I know we didn’t plan for this and I know it’s crazy and too soon and we’re too busy. You just got into a rhythm at the shop and I’m still in the middle of my certification. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I'm usually so diligent with my birth control, but maybe I missed a day? It’s been so chaotic, it’s possible…not to mention we’re not even marr?—”

“Emory.” He reaches up and takes my hand in his. It’s soft and warm and instantly starts to calm me. He moves it over to his chest so I can feel his heart beating wildly. “Do you feel that?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I’ve never been more excited for anything in my life. I’m going to be a father. Your baby’s father. Our baby. We’re going to have a fucking baby, Em.”

He pulls me down so I’m straddling his lap and leans his head against mine.

“You’re not mad?” I ask, searching his eyes.

“Baby, I’m on fucking cloud nine.”

“But we’re so busy…”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“And we’re not even married yet."

“Hey,” he says, gently tipping my chin up to meet his glittering blue eyes. “We make the rules.”

“Yeah,” I say. “We make the rules.”

“Fuck, this is why you’ve been acting off for a few days. Not eating…”

I nod. “I found out on Wednesday. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away.”

“Em,” he says, brushing his hand over my cheek. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s your body. I’m just so glad you’re not breaking up with me.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Is that what you thought?”

“For a second there—never mind, I don’t want to even think about it,” he says, shaking his head and shuddering.

I lean down and kiss his forehead. “Do you want to see the ultrasound picture?”

“There’s an ultrasound picture—and you didn’t lead with that? Fuck, yes. I want to see it.”

I hop off and grab my purse, taking out the black-and-white print and handing it to Luke.

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