Page 102 of Pipe Dreams
“If you add ‘when we’re naked’ to that sentence, then yes.”
“Go pee on the stick, woman, and I’ll show you my best pushy naked game.”
She gave him a shove and he rolled off her. Then she got up and fished a slender box out of her carry-on bag. He hopped up to follow her, but she gave him a stern look at the door. “You don’t get to watch me pee.”
“Just don’t leave me hanging. How long does it take to show us the love?”
She slipped the test stick out of the box then handed him the documentation. Then she shut the door in his face.
•••
In the bathroom, Lauren kicked her underwear off and took a shaky breath.He’s right, she told herself.Either way, it’s okay.
It was surprisingly hard to pee on a stick without peeing on your own hand, but Lauren managed it.
Then, taking care not to glance at the display window on the plastic stick, she flushed the toilet and washed her hands. This day would live forever in her memory as the Day of Bathroom Drama. First Elsa, and now this. The cycle of life was getting a full workout, here.Hakuna matata.
“Nine, ten, eleven,” Mike counted from outside the bathroom door.
“What are you doing?”
“The instructions say to wait thirty seconds. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen...”
Lauren’s heart shimmied. “This is going to be very anticlimactic if it’s negative. And we won’t even know, because false negatives are common early on.”
She opened the door to find him standing there, gloriously naked, leaning on the doorframe. “Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen,” he counted quietly. His big, kind eyes looked down on her. “Nineteen...”
Lauren stood up on her toes and kissed him.
“Mmm...” He kissed her, too, pulling her against his hard body, his erection poking her in the belly. Damn, this man. If the test was negative, she’d be crushed. But she knew he’d kiss her and love her until it hurt a little less.
He broke their kiss. “Twenty-nine, thirty! Let me see it.”
She lingered in his arms a moment longer, prolonging her moment of truth. “You’re insane.”
“So? It’s probably not hereditary.” He ducked around her using his smoothest defensive maneuvers and grabbed the plastic stick off the counter. “Yesss!” He pumped his fist.
“Really?” Lauren gasped. “Let me see.” She grabbed the stick out of his hand. The display very clearly read +. “Wow. That’s a plus sign!”
“Of course it is.” He took the stick out of her hand and tossed it onto the bathroom counter. Then he shut off the light, grabbed Lauren by the hips and lifted her into the air.
Two seconds later her butt landed on the bed, and big hands lifted her nightgown over her head. “Time for my victory lap,” he said, pushing her back on the mattress. His warm weight landed on her thighs, and he attacked her neck with hungry kisses.
“I can’t believe it,” she murmured, her hands running through his hair. Their baby might have his dark, wavy locks.
Their baby. Holy cow. What a crazy, wonderful idea.
“Believe it, honey.” He grabbed one of her hands and attached it to his erection. He was hot and hard in her hand, and her body didn’t fail to notice. He tongued the valley between her breasts, and goose bumps broke out all over her body.
She stroked his cock and let out a happy sigh. “Can’t believe it worked on the first try.” She hooked her heels on his hips and drew him closer.
“I should have been a forward, you know?” he said, tonging her nipple. “I’m a really good shot.”
Her answering giggle died away as he kissed his way down her body. He nudged her thighs apart and placed a very soft kiss right where it counted. “Oh,” she gasped. And when his tongue came out to play, she clapped a hand over her mouth and bit back a moan.
“I know,” he said softly. “We have to be a little quiet.”
But the brush of his play-off beard against her thighs was making her crazy. “Come up here,” she demanded.
