Page 59 of Flirt

Chapter Twenty-Three

Flirt

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Gabriella brushed herteeth and glared at me in the mirror as I leaned against the wall behind her and tapped the box I held in one hand into the palm of my other hand.

She rinsed her mouth out, ran her toothbrush under the water, then placed it in the holder with enough force I was surprised it didn’t crack the ceramic. She turned and snatched the box out of my hand.

“No need to be testy.”

“Oh, shut up and get out. No way I’m going to be able to pee with you standing over me.”

I pushed away from the wall and turned toward the door, mainly so she wouldn’t see my lips twitching. I figured it was in my best interest not to mention she had no problem peeing in front of me any other time we’d been in the bathroom together.

“You might as well get it over with and verified with a plus sign so you can set your appointment up with Mac. You’ve thrown up nine days out of the last fourteen, and you haven’t had a period since you moved in here almost two months ago.”

“Once it’s verified, I won’t be able to deny it to myself. I don’t even want to know—how you know—I haven’t had a period,” she said, her voice a tad higher.

Probably would have been a good idea not to have spoken at all.

When I was out of the bathroom, I turned and grabbed the door handle intending to pull the door shut. Gabriella sat on the toilet, her pajama bottoms around her ankles with the toes of her fuzzy slippers sticking out. At the same time, she ripped the packaging to get to the stick inside.

I grinned at the sight. “Would you rather wait around seven more months until she or he walks out on their own to make it real,” I said, then laughed as she tried to throw the empty, weightless box at me. It fluttered to the floor less than a foot away from her. “Were you this crazy with Sawyer?”

Yes, it seemed as if I wasn’t going to be able to keep my mouth shut.

Dark brown eyes snapped in my direction, and I actually ran my hands over the hairs on my arms to see if they were singed.

“Don’t ever...ever...bring up being crazy to a pregnant woman,” she said, then used her teeth to tear the flimsy plastic wrap from around the stick. At least that’s what I thought she was doing as I pulled the door shut on her mumbled, “Idiot men. The female praying mantis has the right idea—sex—then bite the male’s head off and consume him. No body, no jail time.”

Christ, I hadn’t remembered Sami, Luna, Bailey, or River acting as if they were possessed in the early stage of their pregnancies. Okay, maybe Luna. But the thought of sleeping the next few months with one eye open crossed my mind as I looked down at my watch, then back at the closed door and wondered how long the test would take to show the results.

If my brothers and I had been told when we began returning to the MC, from the military, that we would take ol’ ladies and start having kids before we hit the two-year mark of taking over the club, they would have had to bury us because we would have died from laughing so hard.

I stopped pacing when the bathroom door opened. Gabriella stood in the doorway, and I wondered if it was safe to speak.

“How long until we know for sure?” I asked, since I liked living dangerously, and tried to read the expression on Gabriella’s face.

“The package said between two to ten minutes for the results to show up.” She leaned her shoulder against the bathroom doorframe, looked at me, and shook her head. “I bet a million dollars your sperm count is well above average. I’m surprised I hadn’t felt the little guys swimming and pushing each other out of the way to get to my egg. I set the test on the edge of the counter while I pulled my sleep pants up and washed my hands. Then I glanced over, and the plus sign was already forming.”

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