“You said you were on birth control.”
“I was. Am.” I sighed. “It was a perfect storm, Cas. A perfect storm that resulted in a positive pregnancy test.”
He gripped a fence post that surrounded the chicken coop. “You found out three days ago, didn’t you?”
I nodded.
“Salem, look at me.”
With a sigh, I turned to face him and waited.
“Now wehaveto tell people.”
“No. We don’t. Not until after the wedding,” I stated. “I won’t do it, Cas. I won’t steal the limelight from my sister. This is her time. If I announce this, it’s just going to cause drama. I want her to be happy. She deserves her day. Surely we can keep this between us for a little while.”
“You’re having a baby. Our baby.”
I nodded.
“This changes everything.”
“I know.”
“Salem?”
“Yeah.”
“Put down the basket.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
With a sigh, I set it down. Cas came toward me and wrapped me in his arms. “I’ve got you.”
I buried my face in his shirt and breathed him in.
“I’ve got you both. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Did you and Bowman make up from your fight?” Muddy asked.
I closed the back door and set the basket of eggs onto the counter. “What are you talking about?”
“Rule number one: I know all. I see all.” She lifted a cup of coffee to her lips and waited.
“Still not following,” I lied.
“I saw you two hugging in the chicken coop, but not before you both were gesturing wildly at each other. No doubt your voices were raised?”
“Were you standing in the kitchen and spying on us?” I demanded.
“Of course not. I stood on the back porch and spied on you.” She grinned. “Couldn’t hear anything, though. Not even when the wind changed.”
“You need a hobby,” I muttered.
“I have one. Several actually.”
“Meddling in your granddaughters’ lives is not a hobby.”