Page 93 of Nursing the Alpha
Two lines.
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
All three of them.
The breath rushed out of me like I’d been punched. My knees wobbled, and I had to grab the counter to steady myself.
I’m pregnant.
A burst of happiness bubbled up in my chest so fast it nearly knocked me down. My hand fluttered to my belly, the tiniest curve that could easily be dismissed as nothing.
Our baby. Seth’s baby. When did it happen? Our first time? That moment in the park when my heat hit?
What if he doesn’t want this?
My heart plummeted at the thought. We hadn’t discussed kids. I had no doubt how Seth felt about me but not everyone wanted children? I didn’t want to become a single father. I didn’t want to go back to lonely nights and sleeping in an empty bed. I didn’t want to work through my heats alone or have an achy chest that I had to pump regularly.
My throat burned.
“I’m pregnant,” I whispered to the empty room, trying to make the words feel real.
But no matter how I turned them over in my head, one truth rang clear.
I had no idea how Seth would react.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Flynn?” Seth’s voice was soft, but there was a thread of concern woven through it. “You’ve been in there a while. Are you okay?”
I stared at the three tests lined up on the counter like damning evidence. My stomach churned, my pulse racing. I couldn’t lie—not about this. Not to him.
The door creaked as Seth pushed it open a little, his big frame filling the doorway. “Baby?” His eyes swept over me, taking in my pale face, the trembling in my hands, the sticks on the counter.
His gaze landed there and froze.
I didn’t bother hiding them.
“I’m pregnant.” The words came out small, shaky, but there they were. Hanging between us.
Seth didn’t move. His expression was unreadable for what felt like hours—long enough for my heart to clench painfully.
“Say something,” I whispered, my fingers tightening over my belly. “Please.”
“Flynn.” His voice cracked. He stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him. The next second I was enveloped in his arms, pulled tight to his chest. He buried his face in my hair, breathing hard. “God. God, baby. You’re serious?”
I nodded against his shirt, my tears dampening the fabric.
“You’re really pregnant?” He pulled back just enough tocup my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the wetness on my cheeks. “You’re carrying my baby?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I—I think so. The tests?—”
But I didn’t get to finish. Seth kissed me, hard and deep, like he couldn’t get close enough. His hands trembled against my skin.
When he finally broke away, his grin was wide, unrestrained, almost boyish. “This is the best fucking news of my life.”
