Page 25 of Kade

“Slow down.” Angel held up a hand. “I need a minute.”

“Nik, why don’t you go find us some coffee and maybe some food for Angel?” She shot her husband a grateful look. This was all happening too fast. She felt sick to her stomach.

“Sure thing.” Nik stood and kissed her on the forehead. “Don’t scare me like that again, Angel girl.”

“I’ll call you later, Vik, and this time, answer your damn phone.” Kade disconnected the call. “You scared the hell out of me,moye serdste. Don’t do that again.”

“We’re really pregnant?” She ignored Kade’s concern and went straight to the heart of it.

He grinned, some of the tension leaving him. “Looks like. They didn’t tell me how far along, though.”

Angel thought back to the last time she’d had her period. The beginning of February. She remembered because she’d been afraid it would arrive and screw up her Valentine’s day plans. She had warned Kade, and he had been outraged when she’d told him there would be no sex after the big date night he’d planned if her period was late. She laughed thinking about it. He’d been like a little boy sulking when he’d been told no dessert after dinner. It was the end of May now, so close to twelve weeks.

“Holy shit.”

How in God’s name had she ignored no period for almost three months?

“What?”

“I think we’re right around ten or twelve weeks.”

“Holy shit.” Kade looked stunned. “How could we not know sooner?”

“I don’t know.” Her hand rubbed her belly. She’d been nauseated for a couple weeks, but she’d not paid it any attention. It wasn’t morning sickness. She got nauseated throughout the day and not every single day. It wasn’t severe either. She’d only thrown up a few times over the last two months. With Matthew, she’d been hurling right on cue every morning for a month straight.

“The week after Valentine’s? In the shower?” Kade quirked an eyebrow, and she burst out laughing, her happiness cutting right through the fear.

“What’s so funny?” He swooped in and kissed her. “As I recall, you were not laughing. You were…”

“Shh!” She put a finger to his lips, glancing at the door. “Marcy will be back any minute. She does not need to hear my husband talking dirty.”

Kade’s grin turned wolfish. “You never know, sweetheart. She might like that kind of thing.”

“Sit your ass back down.” Angel couldn’t hold in the giggle. This man. He was the only one to ever make her giggle like a high schooler. “I was thinking about Matthew. He was conceived in the shower too.”

“I need to invest in more showers in the house we build.”

“House?” Angel settled down and asked him to dim the lights. Her head was pounding.

“Mmm hmm.” He picked up her hand when he sat back down. “Kids deserve a house with a big back yard, not a cramped apartment. Dimitri said there are several properties out by where he and Becca are moving.”

“So, we’re having more than one, are we?”

Kade felt a sledgehammer come out of nowhere when she asked him that. How the fuck was he going to tell her about Matthew? She was pregnant. He didn’t want to do anything that might cause her stress and in turn cause a problem with the pregnancy. But if he didn’t tell her until after he’d gotten their son back, she’d never forgive him. What should he do?

“Kade?” Angel nudged him. “How many kids do you want?”

“Half a dozen.”

“The hell you say.”

“There were six of us. I never want to leave our kids without backup if something happens to us or to one of them. I want what I had for them, what you needed after Peter died.”

He couldn’t tell her.Shit, shit, shit. Calm down. Maybe he was wrong. There was nothing to tell her until the DNA results came back. By then, he’d find reasons not to tell her.

“Three.”

“Six.”

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