Page 110 of Hot Puck
“But.” My gaze drills into hers.
“Later. We’ll be right here. Waiting.”
I know she means the girls. But I take it a different way. I take it as a promise from her that she’ll be waiting for me once the presentation of the Cup is over.
“Don’t you have to go up and get the Cup, too?” Cass asks.
“I do. But then I’ll come right back here and wait with our girls.” Her eyes never leave mine as she speaks, and my heart beats double-time in my chest.
“Promise?”
She nods. “Promise.”
“Okay.” A hand claps down on my shoulder.
“Come on. We’ve got a Cup to lift,” Bex says with a tug on my jersey.
Holy fudge sticks.
It’s real. Not a dream.
We won the Cup!
The Rogues won the Cup!
Nat
“I’m pregnant.”
The last time I stood in a bathroom saying words out loud in a vain attempt to make myself feel better didn’t work either.
Not sure why I thought it would this time.
With another glance at the stick proclaiming me ‘pregnant’, I sigh.
I knew what the answer would be. After the night—and morning—in Vegas, I came home and checked my calendar. I’m not on birth control, never have been. I’ve spent my entire sexual life with one mantra and one only.
If it’s not on, it’s not on.
The one and only time I don’t follow that, I get knocked up.
With my husband’s baby.
At least I won’t be a single mother.
“Crap.” I dump the stick into the trash can to rest beside the other three.
Four tests can’t be wrong, right?
Not that I need to see the results. I knew I stood a good chance of getting pregnant from my night and morning with Chase the second I looked at my calendar.
Add in sore boobs, upset stomach…
Yeah, time to admit it and talk to the man of the hour.
We’ve been so busy since winning the Cup that Chase and I have barely had five minutes together. And not all at the same time.
Things should settle down now. And by settle, I mean not so many media requests. Or celebration parties. Or parades.
