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“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“What’s the date?” she asked, a lump forming in her throat.

“The fifteenth, why?”

She did the mental math and jumped out of bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Ace, calm down and tell me what the problem is.”

She blew out a breath. “I was supposed to start my period four days ago.”

He stared at her as if he didn’t understand.

She buried her face in her hands and groaned. “Memphis, I could be pregnant.”

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Memphis felt a range of emotions as he processed what Rylee was saying. Pregnant? Was that even possible? They hadn’t been together for that long. Surely it was impossible.

At the same time, the thought of making a baby with Rylee made his heart swell. It was just something he’d expected to do years down the road. Not weeks after he met her.

He blew out a breath. Overreacting right now could damage their relationship. Not responding the right way could give her the wrong impression. What the fuck was he supposed to say?

“OK. So, we’ll get you a test tomorrow and see what that says.”

Rylee was shaking her head. “The irrational emotions. The throwing up. It makes sense. But the timing doesn’t seem right either.” She paced.

“Ace, stop. Come here. There’s nothing to do right now. And if you are pregnant, we’ll deal with it then.”

He sounded calm, but deep down he was fucking terrified. And excited. And a number of other emotions he couldn’t quite define.

“Easy for you to say,” she muttered as she dropped back down on the bed. “You’re not the one who might have a bun in the oven.”

He laughed. “No, but I might be the one who put the bun there.”

Then he had a thought he didn’t want to think about but needed to. “It would be my bun, right?”

Rylee rolled to face him. “Yes. Definitely yes. If there’s a bun, you’re definitely the baker. God, this is a fucked-up metaphor and it’s making me hungry.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as if trying to block out the thoughts. He rested a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “We’ll figure this out. If you’re hungry, I’ll feed you. But if you’re not let’s try to get some sleep.”

They agreed to turn out the lights and try to sleep. For Memphis it was a fitful sleep, but Rylee seemed to sleep peacefully. He woke her at six to get ready for the flight. On the way to the airfield, he asked the driver to stop at a drug store.

“Do you want me to go in and get it?” he asked.

Rylee looked horrified. “God no. What if someone recognizes you?”

He chewed on his lip. “Good point. Todd, will you go in and purchase two pregnancy tests. Just get the most expensive ones. That usually means it’s the best, right?”

He honestly had no idea. There was no reason for him to know these things.

Todd surprised him by saying, “Actually, most doctor’s offices use the cheap ones.”

Memphis blew out a breath. “OK. Get one of each that they have then.”

Rylee smacked him. “Memphis, this is embarrassing. I’m perfectly capable of going in myself.”

Memphis shook his head. “No. You’ve been in the press too. That would be just as bad as someone recognizing me.”

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