Page 7 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
His expression softened. “Georgie.”
She still couldn’t understand how he was so calm.
If she were pregnant, what then? Yes, a baby! She’d picked that up in sex ed. But what did it mean for their lives and their marriage? They hadn’t even known each other for six months. Their love story had unfolded in record time. She hadn’t even begun to wrap her mind around becoming a mother.
And what kind of mother would she be?
She steadied herself. “Let’s take this one step at a time, okay?”
“We’ve already taken twelve pee-covered steps,” he countered with a sweet smile.
She sat up straight as if she were the Princess of Potties. “For all we know, those tests could be defective—”
“Georgiana!” Jordan shot back.
She raised her hand. “Let me finish. And Howard pretty much said if we needed to get a message to them, we could go through his office. Let’s not put the cart before the horse. Like I told my mother, we’ve got everything under control.”
Jordan gave her his bestI-call-bullshitface, but it didn’t work on her.
“We do!” she said, but the roller-coaster anxiety pangs in her chest begged to differ.
He glanced at his watch. “We need to leave for the doctor’s appointment soon. Can you be ready to go in twenty minutes?”
Twenty minutes to get ready. A fifteen-minute drive to the office. In under an hour, they might be taking their seats on the Babyland express.
Her heart jumped into her throat, but she swallowed back the emotion. “Absolutely, I’m totally in control.”
