Page 80 of Tempting Kat
When I return to the bathroom, Kat's still sitting on the counter, her legs swinging nervously. Her eyes widen when she sees what I'm holding.
“Why the fuck do you just have that?” she demands, staring at the pregnancy test box in my hand.
I smirk, tearing open the box and pulling out the plastic stick. “Because I was quite literally expecting this moment to happen. I meant what I said a month ago.”
Her mouth drops open. “You—you planned this?”
“I told you I wanted to get you pregnant,” I say simply, handing her the test. “I meant it.”
She takes the test from me like it might bite her. “You're such an arrogant asshole.”
“An arrogant asshole who's about to be proven right,” I counter, crossing my arms over my chest. “Take the test, Katarina.”
For a moment, I think she might throw it at my head. But then she sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly.
“Fine. Just to prove you wrong and that your sauce is bad.” She hops down from the counter and shoves at my chest. “Get out. I'm not peeing while you watch.”
I lean against the doorway, making no move to leave. “I've had my tongue in your pussy and ass more times than I can count, baby. I think we're past modesty.”
Her cheeks flush a beautiful shade of pink. “Out!”
Holding my hands up in surrender, I back away. I know when to pick my battles with this woman, and watching her pee isn't the hill I want to die on today. Not when there are bigger battles ahead—like convincing her that becoming a mother to my child is what she was fucking made for.
Pulling the door closed behind me I lean against the wall outside.
My heart is pounding like I'm a fucking teenager again. I know what that test is going to show.
Five minutes pass. The bathroom is completely silent.
“Katarina?” I knock on the door. No answer.
I press my ear against the wood. Nothing. Not even the sound of movement.
“Answer me.” My voice is sharper now, concern edging in.
Still nothing.
“If you don't answer me in the next ten seconds, I'm assuming you're unconscious and breaking down this fucking door.” I pound my fist against it, harder this time.
One. Two. Three.
My mind races through worst-case scenarios. Did she faint? Is she having some kind of breakdown?
Ten.
“That's it. I'm coming in.” I step back, ready to kick the fucking door down.
Just as I'm about to slam my foot into it, the door flies open. Kat stands there, her face a storm of emotions. Her hand is clutching the pregnancy test, and before I can say a word, she chucks it directly at my chest.
“I hope it got pee on you,” she snarls, “because you're about to get pissed on a lot in nine months.”
The test bounces off my chest and clatters to the floor. I don't need to look at it. Her words tell me everything I need to know.
“You're pregnant,” I say, the words coming out like a prayer.
“No shit, Sherlock.” She crosses her arms over her chest, but I can see the slight tremble in her lower lip. “And you knew. You fucking knew before I did.”
I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. “I suspected.”
