Page 162 of Misrule
“Your baby is a boy,” the doctor responded kindly.
Pursuing her lips and drawing her brows together, Meggie cocked her head to the side. “How, erm, the sex of a baby can’t be discovered until eighteen weeks or so.”
“Yes. And you’re that plus a week or two.”
Omigod, that urologist was so dead. “No!” Meggie protested. “That can’t be right. I was still getting periods. I just started to get nauseated two or three weeks ago.”
“I took the measurements during the ultrasound. He’s six point three inches and weighs about ten ounces.”
“But…but…No! Dr. Will, no! What about the fight I got into with Kendall? Are you saying I was pregnant then?”
“Yes. You were pregnant when you were kidnapped.”
Christopher’s doctor would be tortured for a very long time with that news. “This can’t be happening. I’ve always known when I was pregnant.”
Standing, Dr. Will came around the desk, stooped in front of Meggie, and took her hands into her own. “Every pregnancy is different. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve been through a lot.”
“What am I going to tell Christopher?”
Dr. Will’s look turned thoughtful. Releasing Meggie’s hands, she stood. “You can tell him you’re pregnant but the fudge the number of weeks. Your blood pressure was slightly elevated. You’re stressed out today, so I’m not concerned.”
“Christopher always knows when I lie.”
“You can also not say anything until he notices since your belly is still relatively flat.”
Meggie nodded. “I’m sure it won’t hurt if I wait a few days before breaking the news to him. Maybe, he’ll take it better if a little more time has passed between memories of the pain of his procedure and my announcement.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
It did, though Meggie felt no comfort. Sometimes, the best laid plans were the ones that went the most awry.
Spooning with his girl on the sectional in the family room, Christopher laughed at her giggles after he’d told her a raunchy joke. Diesel was in his room, waiting for his now-nightly talk with Christopher. He didn’t want the motherfucker to feel unwanted or isolated, so he made it a point to go to Diesel’s room to check in with him once Christopher and Megan checked on their younger children one last time.
CJ, Rule, and Rory were asleep—or in CJ’s room. Knowing his oldest boy, he’d taught Rory how to fucking fake sleeping, so they could get into shit together. Only once had CJ gotten into such serious shit that Christopher had to spank him and that was when he’d decided to chop fucking onions like his Ma, then cook the motherfuckers.
The fire extinguisher had been enough to kill the flames.
Somehow, CJ had neither burned nor cut himself.
Tonight, Rebel and Matilda were having a sleepover with Harley, and Doc Will’s kid, Ava. Ransom, Ryder, and JJ were in the nursery, while Christopher and Megan…
Yeah, life was fucking good.
Thrusting his hard cock against Megan’s ass, he nosed her hair then nipped her earlobe. She hooker-moved against him, her sigh mingling with his groan.
“Want me to fuck you right here?” he whispered.
She shivered. “Yes,” she breathed, then released a breath. “But, first, I have to tell you something.”
Because he took up most of the space, even on their sides, Megan was one fucking move away from rolling the fuck on the floor. Whenever she gripped and tugged his hand, he knew he needed to sit up and then hold onto her as she did the same.
Once they were side-by-side, she sidled a look at him, then bowed her head.
“I’m having a baby,” she mumbled.
Of all the fucking things he was expecting, that sure the fuck wasn’t it. “Say that shit again.”
She scowled at him. “I’m pregnant.”
