Page 116 of The Games We Play

She drops her hands in annoyed defeat as I reach around, dipping my hand into her pocket, expecting to grab out a piece of paper or something small. But it’s a hard, plastic stick of some sort.

My eyes bore into hers and there’s nothing but silence crackling in the air between us.

Pinching my eyebrows together, as her chest rises and falls slowly, as if she’s trying to control her breath, and she looks worried.

A look I haven’t seen from her since we came home from Texas.

Uncertainty, concern, panic.

I wrap my hands around the small plastic tube. It weighs nothing, but the tension of the unknown is heavy.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I move my hand around her body and hold it between us.

Her heart beats rapidly behind her pulse point, raising mine.

Without moving my neck, my eyes dip down and roam overthe pregnancy test, displaying two distinct, blaring pink lines. A relieved huff expels from my lungs and another fucking smile I can’t hide beams over my face.

“You’re pregnant?” I ask. She rakes her two front teeth over her bottom lip and nods.

I grip the pregnancy test like I need to superglue it to my hand. Cupping my hands around her face, I pull her into me, kissing her lips, jaw, nose, and forehead before wrapping my arms around her and picking her up again.

Her legs wrap around me and I walk downstairs with her, still kissing her anywhere I can.

“Where are we going?” she giggles.

“Toourbed, where you’ll be on bed rest until you give birth. The only time you’ll leave is when we go get married, which will be tomorrow after I make a few phone calls.”

“Seamus!” she belts out, hitting my shoulder, like that’s actually going to do anything.

“I don’t need bed rest and we can’t get married tomorrow.”

The hell we can’t.

Turning the corner into the room, I place her down on the bed. Her gorgeous body sprawls out over the top of the covers. Paint streaks the fabric, as she presses into her hands and feet pushing herself toward the headboard. The stained covers bunch, and it’s the first time that I don’t care that we’re making a mess of it.

In fact, I don’t care if this entire house is drenched with Barbie dolls and Legos, I just want her and however many children she wants to have.

“How long have you known?” I ask, tapping the pregnancy test in the air.

There’s a look of defiance in her hooded eyes. “Not long.”

“How long?” I ask, more demanding this time. She knows I hate being left in the dark. She should have told me the moment she had to take a test.

She rolls her eyes. “Three days.”

My eyebrows breach my forehead. “Three days? You’ve been holding this back forthreedays?”

I walk around the bed. Her eyes follow my movement as I place the positive test on the nightstand next to the bed, and open up the drawer.

“That’s an orgasm for every day, sunshine.” I pull out one of her vibrators.

“How did those get in here?” she asks, knowing all her toys are in her nightstand at her house.

“I bought duplicates of everything you had in your drawer,” I state as I inspect the pink rubber toy, turning it on and off to test the charge, “and a few other items.” I pull out a blindfold, rope handcuffs, and a leather chain and choker.

Her eyes widen and her breath becomes heavy. She might be anxious, but she’s exhilarated, as well.

After we had sex the first time…again…I didn’t need to say how much control I like to have, that much was obvious. But, I did mention to her that I wanted to tie her up, which I knew wouldn’t be something in the cards for us considering what she went through.

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