Page 232 of The Friend Situation

“All righty, Marilyn.”

I raise an eyebrow. “When we get home, I can’t wait to show you the other costume I ordered.”

He bites his lip, looking excited. “Really? Give me a hint.”

“Meow,” I say, making a claw motion at him.

“Catwoman. I love it,” he replies, then twirls me around. “Think about rushing rivers and trickling streams.”

I give him a kiss. “Read the instructions, and I’ll try.”

Weston tilts the box. “It’s one of the early ones. Over ninety-nine percent accuracy.”

“Numbers, of course.” I chuckle, settling onto the toilet with the stick between my legs, focusing on relaxing.

“Pee on the stick, then wait three minutes. Sounds like a microwave meal. Okay, so two lines mean pregnant, and one line means not.” He grins just as I tinkle.

I set the test on the counter and wash my hands.

“Three minutes?” I ask, starting a timer on my phone.

“Yep,” he confirms, stepping closer to pull me into his arms. He hums as we dance in the bathroom.

“Whatever happens, happens,” I say, looking into his eyes. “I won’t be disappointed either way.”

“Same here, gorgeous. You’re enough for me, even if I can never get enough.”

He spins me around, and our lips almost touch.

“I picked the property near Hudson and Emma,” I say.

Our noses brush together, and excitement floats through the air.

“I can’t wait to start building our home together.”

Before I can speak, my alarm buzzes. Our eyes meet, and Weston laces his fingers with mine.

“We’ll look at it together,” he says with a grin. “Happy either way.”

As we lean over the counter, I spot two faint lines. I blink hard, wondering if I’m imagining things. “Two lines is …”

“Pregnant,” he whispers, his voice full of amazement.

Weston drops to his knees, wraps his arms around me, and kisses my belly. Tears stream down his face, and I can’t hold my emotions in either. I sink to my knees, holding and kissing him as intense feelings wash over me.

“Easton must have super sperm, which means you probably do too,” I whisper, laughing as I snuggle against his chest. “I’m scared.”

He gently cradles my face, brushing his lips against mine. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, gorgeous.”

“This is a dream,” I say, laughing and crying at the same time. I can’t stop kissing him, but I somehow pull away. “We should probably keep this on the down-low for a bit. Let Easton and Lexi have the spotlight.”

“You can choose when we share the news,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and taking me in. “It’s our little secret.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask.

He breathes me in. “Because I don’t know how it’s possible that I fall more in love with you every day.”

“I love you, Weston. You’ve made all my dreams come true.”

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