Page 264 of Wild Card

I’m notone to make bad decisions.

It’s a rarity.

But putting a ban on sex until after Willow’s appointment was fucking stupid.

Now, I’m on the edge of sanity… One hundred percent ready to lose my mind.

She flits around our room, talking animatedly to her dad, giving him a detailed review of her doctor’s appointment.

She catches my eye in the mirror, winking.

Two more minutes… I check my watch and start the countdown.

It’s been eighteen hours since I tracked Willow to her dad’s condo.

Sterling wasn’t shocked to see me, opening the door and pointing in her direction. Stacy instantly got nervous, snatching the pregnancy test off the table and rushing away.

She thought she was guarding the secret, but even if I didn’t already know, my eyes clocked the test the second I entered.

Her antics would have been comical if I wasn’t zoned in on one thing.

Getting to Willow.

It took too fucking long to get back to Nashville, but the whole time I planned how to get my ring on her finger.

It wasn’t perfect.

Finding her sleeping wasn’t in my plan.

Watching her every breath did little to calm the possessive bull raging inside.

My woman and my baby were lying there.

Mine.

She mumbled about being an astronaut, floating on clouds, landing on a rock.

Fucking adorable.

Finally having her back in my arms changed the game. My plan went to shit.

I slipped the ring off the chain and on her finger, only to have her mutter about Wolf.

My girl was dreaming hard.

And I was at peace.

When Sterling and Stacy returned, Stacy was a wiry mess. She tried hard to remain normal. Willow finally put her out of her misery and told her I knew.

Stacy transformed into a different person, and the entire night was nothing but a celebration of Willow. Her exam, our engagement, the pregnancy—all about her.

They didn’t blink an eye at my six-week deadline.

We called my parents to share the news about the engagement. I wanted to share everything, but she convinced me to wait until after today.

Willow and Stacy disappeared with the phone to discuss things with my mom, leaving me with Sterling.

I was prepared for a disgruntled lecture, or the surly ass I met in the hospital. But he poured me a glass of bourbon, handed it over, and toasted the rim.

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