Page 67 of Noah's Reckoning
The test? It took me a second to register what she meant then suddenly it clicked. “You have a pregnancy test? With you?”
“Yes. I wanted to wait a few more days, so I’ll feel a little more confident in the result. But I don’t want to leave without you knowing the outcome because that’s not something I want to tell you over the phone. Do you think if we spend a few minutes in my room tomorrow morning that anyone will suspect anything?”
I didn’t care if they did. This was too important, and I wasn’t about to let her go through this by herself.
“I’ll come down early in the morning,” I said. “We’ll do it together.”
“You know you can’t pee on the stick for me.”
I snarled and I could hear her soft laugh on the other side of the phone.
“Goodnight, Noah.”
“’Night, Liv.”
I tossed the phone on the bed and thought about what tomorrow might bring. If I would be happy or stunned. Relieved or joyful. My emotions were all over the place when it came to Olivia. But I knew this.
Whatever she needed or wanted, she got. No matter what. I had done this thing. I had come inside her without protection. I’d put her in this situation that could change her entire life. She would argue the responsibility belonged to both of us, and maybe it did to an extent, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had more to do with it. That last time in the cabin, I could have pulled away.
Only I didn’t. I had liked filling her with my cum too much. Which was sick and twisted and I didn’t know what the hell it meant. I only knew it was the truth.
This was good, I thought. Tomorrow would settle things.
One way or the other.
17
The next morning
Olivia
Noah was pacing back and forth in my room. I was sitting on my hands on the bed so I wouldn’t be tempted to peak before the alarm on my phone went off.
“This is maddening,” Noah muttered.
I checked the phone. “Only another thirty seconds.”
Counting down in my head, I thought, would help, but I was counting faster than the phone, which only frustrated me more.
Finally, the phone alarm chimed. Both Noah and I froze for a second, but then I was moving to the bathroom. I had left the stick on the vanity. I took a breath before I reached for it. I could feel Noah coming up behind me, not willing to wait the second it took me to read the results.
Nothing.
No pink plus sign. No faint anything. Just…nothing.
“I’m not pregnant,” I said.
“Yes!” he shouted behind me. “Oh, thank God! Phew, that was close.”
He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me, but I didn’t have it in me to celebrate.
“Noah, stop.”
He set me down then turned me to face him. “Wait. This is good news, no?”
I nodded. “No, this is good. A relief, I suppose. A baby really shouldn’t come from an accident. But it’s done now, so you can leave, and I need to pack up.”
“Yeah, sure. We should talk about that. When do you want me to come to Anchorage?”
