Page 21 of A Surprise Baby for the Wolf Shifter

I smiled. “I guess I did too. More than I realized.”

“I don’t pretend to know why you decided to come into town, but I’m very glad you did,” he said and then kissed the top of my head.

I let out a soft sigh and relaxed deeper into him.

Then nausea hit and I ran to the bathroom.

After puking into the toilet, I rinsed my mouth out and turned around, finding Weylan standing in the bathroom doorway. I clutched a hand to my heart and took a deep breath. He had startled me. Not just with his presence in the doorway, but with the look on his face. It was pure concern. Not what I had expected to see.

“Are you sick?” he asked, sounding worried.

I shook my head. “No. I’m not sick.”

“Then what is going on?” he asked. “Do you normally do that?”

I took in a deep breath and avoided his gaze. On the exhale, I said, “Weylan, I have something I need to tell you. It’s the reason why I showed up in town today.”

“Okay…” he said. A small crease appeared on his forehead. “What is it?”

I really didn’t know how to come out and say it. And now that I was at the point of no return, I couldn’t back out of it either.

“I don’t know how to say this…” I started.

He shook his head and approached me. “It’s okay. Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be fine.”

Okay… well that was encouraging.

I met his gaze, and said, “I’m pregnant.”

8

WEYLAN

How did everything go so wrong so fast?

How did I have such rotten luck?

My head started to spin with the sudden change of everything I thought I had with her.

I understood clearly what I was getting myself into with Tabitha. Especially after the first few stunts she had pulled with me. I expected random, off the wall things with her. Things never should have ended in the way they had. I should have cut her off a long time ago. One and done. Hell, nothing about Tabitha wassupposedto be the way that it was. But things, as my luck continued to show, turned out wrong regardless.

And it was starting all over again with Gemma. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had some sort of twisted compass inside me that pointed me to all the wrong women. Well, all the beautiful, crazy ones anyway.

The women who liked to baby trap. Or lie about it.

I was so sure about Gemma. I had never questioned one single aspect or characteristic about her. She seemed so good. So perfect. But she was pulling the same tricks as the crazy pseudo ex of mine.

How could I be so sure?

I wrapped my dick in rubber before sticking it in… at least, I thought I did. I remembered something regarding a condom. Thinking about it again, I wasn’t as positive. I had drunk a lot more than I usually do when out with Guy. Admittedly, things got wild and aggressive that night. That much I was for certain. And just like with this visit, I had screwed her as though my life had depended on it.

No condom was harmed in the making of the process. The second time around, at least.

As much as I wanted to believe Gemma, I struggled with throwing her out of my life completely. Entrapment wasn’t an attractive quality I found hard to resist in any situation. No matter how great the sex was. And with Gemma, it was beyond amazing. It was almost cosmic the way we fit together. The orgasms were better than anything in this world. Bar none.

I shook my head. I couldn’t believe what she said to me.

But I couldn’t be a father. Not me. Not now. Not with her. At least not yet. She had to be mistaken.

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