Page 205 of Yearn
"We're waiting to be sure," I whispered. "The first appointment isn't until next week. But. . .yeah. I’m pregnant."
Silence.
Then Ro launched herself across the table, nearly knocking over all three desserts. "You're having Dominic's baby?"
"Shh!" I hissed and my eyes watered. "The kids don't know yet. Nobody knows. Just Matilda, me, and Dominic and now you two."
Cadence's eyes were shining. "Oh, Tey. Oh my God."
"I know it's fast, I know we just got married and Scott's only been gone for three months and I'm about to start law school and everything is already insane—"
"Stop." Ro grabbed both my hands. "This is beautiful. This is perfect. This is you getting everything you deserve after years of that asshole making you feel small."
"But what if—"
"No what-ifs," Cadence interrupted. "Just joy. Just this moment. Just us celebrating you."
Tears spilled down my cheeks.
Damn hormones.
"I'm scared."
"Of course you are," Ro said softly. "But you're also brave. And you're not alone. You've got Dominic. You've got the kids. You've got a whole mansion and a butler who makes themed cocktails. And you've got us."
"Always us," Cadence whispered.
We sat there, hands linked across the table, desserts forgotten, and I felt it—that rush of being completely seen and absolutely loved.
Sisterhood.
"Okay," Ro wiped her eyes. "I'm not crying anymore. We're celebrating. Tour time. Show me this sex room. I need to know if rich people fuck differently."
"Oh my God," I groaned, but I was already standing, already laughing.
We moved through the house, and I pointed out rooms as we went—the library that made Cadence gasp, the gym that made Ro whistle, the kitchen Dominic and I had christened on our second night in the mansion.
When we reached the theater room, I peeked in quietly.
Dominic sat in the middle of the massive sectional, J on his left, Oliver on his right, all three of them completely absorbed in whatever superhero was currently saving the world on the hundred-inch screen.
Dominic's big arm was around Oliver's shoulders.
J's head rested against his side.
My heart squeezed so tight I almost couldn't breathe.
This man.
This beautiful, complicated, obsessive man who'd walked into my life as a tenant. . .had become my everything.
As if he felt my gaze, Dominic looked over.
Our eyes met.
He smiled—that private filthy smile that was just for me—and mouthed:I love you.
I love you too, I mouthed back.
