Page 29 of Mink Hijinks
“Really?” I press my hands to my still flat stomach.
“Yep! You need to get a test. Then put it on a platter or something and givethatto Aaron. He’s going to be thrilled.”
“Do you think this is why Larry’s been side-eyeing me?”
“Maybe? I got a hint of a different scent when I met Aaron, but I wasn’t entirely sure. Now? I’m certain.”
“Cover me?” I ask.
“Of course.”
I dash out the door to run across the street to the gas station. Not wanting to take the test at work, I rip the box open and use the bathroom at the gas station. A few minutes later and the digital readout says ‘Pregnant’.
Holy shit. We’re going to be parents.
I follow Buckle’s advice and stick the pregnancy test in a box. The fabric will be a second gift. Aaron deserves the world and I’ll give him what I can.
I clutch the ridiculous box to my chest as I enter my apartment. Aaron’s scrunched up on the floor, leaning against the couch. His laptop balanced on his knees as he squints at the screen.
“Hey, babe,” I say.
His head perks up, and he tosses his laptop to the couch. He bounces up and grimaces before straightening up again. “Been sitting too long.” He laughs and lunges at me. “Missed you.”
“Missed you, too.”
We kiss, and it’s like the world stops spinning. That’s what life is like with Aaron. Nothing else matters when he’s in the room.
“Happy birthday, Aaron.” I nibble my bottom lip and hand him my box.
His eyes brighten. “For me?” He kisses my cheek.
My stomach twists with nerves. “I hope you like it. And I got you something else too, but Buckle thinks you’ll likethismuch better.”
Aaron tilts his head, and slides open the box. I stop his hands from removing the lid altogether. His eyes meet mine and I release a breath. I let him go, and he looks down at the stick.
The room seems to shrink around us, and I brace myself for his reaction. Instead of panic, I see a wash of emotions cross his face. First surprise, then joy.
“Pax…” he whispers, closing the small distance between us. His eyes search mine. “Is this what I think it is?”
I nod, my throat tightening. “Yeah. I’m scared, but I want this.” I press his hand to my stomach. “I wantus.” I lean in to kiss him, but stop myself just before our lips meet. “I love you Aaron Rising, and I want to raise this baby with you.”
In an instant, his arms wrap around me, pulling me close. Our lips crash together. “I love you, Paxton Freely. I love you so much.” His excitement radiates off him, and I can’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of his joy wrap around me like a blanket.
“Happy birthday,” I whisper.
He chuckles, cupping my face with his hands. “Best birthday gift ever.”
Then, without thinking, I grab him by the waist and guide him toward the bedroom. There’s a deep primal urge within me.
“Pax?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice. “What are you?—”
“Shh,” I hush him playfully. “Let me show you how much I love you. I have another gift.” One I just thought of. Maybe the pretty fabric was a silly idea.
I push Aaron gently onto the bed, his eyes wide with anticipation. I lean down to kiss him deeply. His body responds to mine. My hands roam over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. I pull away, a smirk playing on my lips as I begin to undress him, tossing his clothes aside until he’s completely bare before me.
“Pax,” he whispers, his voice heavy with desire. I shush him again, my eyes locked onto his as I slowly undress myself, drawing out the anticipation. His eyes rove over my body, taking in every inch of me, but his gaze narrows on my stomach. Where our child grows.
I climb onto the bed, straddling him as I lean down to capture his lips in another searing kiss. His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer. I trail kisses down his neck, his chest, his stomach, until I’m positioned between his legs. I look up at him, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I lift his legs and expose him to me.
