Page 111 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

“I’m nervous as hell. There’s a pit in my stomach the size of a grapefruit.”

She takes my hands. “Either way, it's all good.” Her eyes drop to the test again. “How much longer?”

I shrug and realize neither her nor I have our cell phones or a watch.

She leans to look. “I think it’s done.”

“Already?” I ask but refuse to look. “How do you know?”

“Because there are already two blue lines.”

Oh, my God. I lean over and stare at them, and my heart starts pounding. “I think I need to sit down.”

Fiona drops the lid on the toilet and guides me to it. “You okay?”

“I’m pregnant. I don’t have a job. I’m not married, and I live at home with my father. No, I am not okay.”

“Rafe is going to change all that. Well, except about the job part. You probably still won’t have a job. And I don’t think he’s ever going to let you go back to the Huntington College where Connor goes.”

“What am I going to do?”

“You’re going to go out there and tell my brother the happy news.”

“Are you so sure he’s going to be happy about it?”

“I… I think so.”

“You think so?”

She wraps the test in a paper towel and shoves it in my hand, then crams the box in the trash.

Meanwhile, my pulse is racing.

“Come on.” She hooks an arm in mine and leads me down the hall. I look over at her, and she’s grinning. Before we get to the door to the main room, I pull us to a stop. “Wipe that smile off your face. He’ll know something is up.”

“Um, he may already know.”

“What?”

“I may have told him before he got on the boat to rescue you.” She at least has the good grace to wince. “I wanted him to know what was at stake. Besides, what if he got shot? He should know he had a baby on the way.”

“How did he react?”

“He, uh, was a little speechless.”

“I’m not going out there.” I fold my arms and lean against the wall.

“Okay, wait right here for a minute.”

Before I can stop her, she pushes through the door.

A minute later, Rafe steps through, a frown on his face. “You okay, babe?”

I drag a hand down the back of my neck. “Um, yeah. Sure.”

He searches my face, then takes my hand and walks down the hall, trying door after door until he finds one unlocked. There’s a bed and nightstand, and that’s all.

“C’mere, honey.” He sits on the bed and pulls me onto his lap. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

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