Page 100 of When He Was Mine

"What? When? How many months?"

"Three."

I bit my lip. "Three, and you're just telling me now? You were pregnant when we saw you for lunch. Why didn’t you say anything then?"

Sadie sniffled. "We were engaged. You think I wanted to spring it on you all at once?"

"Is that why you didn’t drink?"

"Yes. I found out when I was two months pregnant. And before you ask, Finley already purchased the ring before I told him. He wanted to marry me."

"What’s his problem?"

"He's angry because he didn’t want to do things this way. He wanted to spend time with me before we had a baby."

"Do you want me to talk to him?"

She was silent for a moment. "No. I think we’ll be fine."

I let out a breath with frustration. "I think I should. Finley can be a stubborn ass. What about your wedding?"

"We decided to have a civil service and a small reception."

"Is that what you want?"

"It’s what Finley wants."

I frowned. "You don’t get a say? I thought you wanted a big wedding?"

"I do but I got pregnant."

"Uh, excuse me but it takes two to tango. You didn’t make that baby yourself."

Oliver was staring at me the entire time I was talking. I wondered if he worried I would get pregnant before we got married. I had no intention and took my birth control pills religiously. I spoke to Sadie a few minutes more before I heard my brother in the background, and she said goodbye and hung up.

Oliver reached out, resting a hand on my arm, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Is everything okay?"

“Sadie’s pregnant?”

“Yes. Three months,” I said, my voice still tinged with disbelief.

Oliver’s brow furrowed as he processed the news. “I knew something was up with your brother when I mentioned children.”

“He’s getting used to the idea, but he wanted to be married first,” I explained, sighing softly.

“They had a fight?” Oliver asked, concern deepening his voice.

“Uh, huh,” I confirmed, nodding. “And she’s emotional because of the hormones. I’m going to be an aunt. How exciting.”

Oliver cleared his throat, a small smile forming. “I’m going to be an uncle.”

“You are.” I grinned back. “When was the last time you were around kids?”

“Not recently,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can understand Finley’s hesitation to being a father. Running a company and having children is hard.”

I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “How would you know? Do you have some floating around out there?”

Oliver didn’t seem amused. “I was kidding,” I added quickly.

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