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She swallows hard, her green eyes dancing away from mine and then back again like she's afraid to meet my gaze. "I haven't had a period since before you got to Santa Cruz, Roman," she whispers, her voice so soft, I barely hear her.
"You haven't?" My breath leaves my lungs in a strangled rush as understanding dawns. She's late for her period, and not just by a couple of days either. I've been inside her damn near every day for the last month straight.
Jesus Christ.
Every thought in my mind vanishes all at once, leaving me completely speechless.
She stares at me like she's terrified I'm going to flip out.
Part of me wants to do exactly that. Not because I'm pissed at her or because I don't want this or because she said anything wrong, but because she was minutes away from dying in a fire, and she may be carrying my baby.
My baby.
Jesus Christ, Mila may be pregnant with my baby.
A thousand different emotions roll through me simultaneously—fear, excitement, worry, awe. Hope. I slide my hand down her body, splaying it over her stomach, just imagining my baby growing inside her. As she worries her bottom lip and stares at me, I want her pregnant with my kid so fucking badly, I can taste it.
"You're pregnant?" I whisper, my voice choked with a swell of emotion.
"I don't know," she whispers back. "I bought a test, but they broke in before I could take it."
"Jesus," I mumble, trying to slide her off me to get to the call button so we can find out for sure.
"I was going to call you," she says in a rush. "I know Tahani's mom didn't tell you about Tahani, and I wanted you to be there with me when I took the test. I thought you'd want to be there. I wasn't trying to hide it from you."
"Mila–"
"I'm on birth control," she blurts out. "But we haven't ever used protection, and I was on antibiotics. The timing is right. I promise I was taking my pills."
"Mila, stop talking."
She snaps her mouth closed, tears filling her eyes.
Christ, she's killing me.
I jerk her back into my arms and kiss her hard. She resists me for a brief moment and then kisses me back, wrapping her arms around my neck and clinging to me. I kiss her until she's trembling in my arms, and then I pull back.
"I'm not mad," I tell her.
"Okay."
"But you need to pee in a cup, baby."
"Okay."
"I want babies with you."
"You do?" She blinks like she's surprised, which makes me chuckle and kiss her again.
"Fuck yeah, sweetheart," I breathe against her lips. "The thought of you carrying my baby makes me so fucking hard." I buck my hips upward, letting her feel for herself the truth of my words. "But I need to get to that call button because you need to pee in a cup before I lose it. I need to know if you're carrying my baby."
"It's fast," she mumbles.
"I don't give a fuck." I tilt her head back until her eyes meet mine. "I almost lost you today, Mila. The thought of never seeing you again, of never holding you again, destroyed me. I don't give a fuck if it's fast. I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. I told you that I want a future with you, and I meant it. I want as many babies with you as you'll give me."
"We never talked about having kids. I didn't know," she says, and I can't help but smile because she sounds pissed off that I didn't tell her I want kids with her. It's fucking cute.
Shit. What if she doesn't want my babies?
