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“What? What’s wrong?”
Pulling the pregnancy test from the pocket of my dressing gown, I held it up in front of me and shrugged. “Looks like we might have kids who’ll be best friends, too.”
Her eyes widened before a giant smile formed on her mouth. “Yes!” she shouted, pumping the air with her first. “Yes, fuckingyes!”
I began to laugh, her enthusiasm was infectious. “I’ve literally just done the test, so you’re the first to know.”
“What do you think Bane will say?” she asked, sobering a little. She led me to the dining room table in the suite, and we sat down.
“He’s going to be ecstatic. He’s been threatening to knock me up since we got engaged.”
“Ah, so Bane was the clucky one, then.”
Fuck, she had no idea. Bane had been relentless in his need to put a baby in me. I did nothing to discourage him, enjoying how much sex we were having. I touched my flat stomach and blinked the tears from my eyes.
Darcy started to shake her head. “Ah, no. Nope. No tears right now.” Snapping some tissues from the box on the table, she dabbed them under my eyes. “You’ve just finished getting your hair and makeup done, so this…” she gestured to my face, “… isn’t going to work. No tears. Please.”
Fuck, she was so right. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” I internally pulled myself together, then said, “Better?”
“Yeah.” Taking my hand, she squeezed. “I’m so fucking happy right now. When will you tell Bane?”
“I don’t know. I kind of want to get a blood test to confirm it first.”
“How long since you’ve had a period?”
“Two months, maybe?”
“Tender breasts? Sensitive to smells? Sense of taste gone whacky?”
I recalled last night when Bane had given a little too much attention to my breasts. They’d been sore then and had been for a little while too. I chalked that up to Bane being relentless in his attention to my body, but maybe it was because of the baby instead. Then I thought a little harder. I had become a lot more sensitive to smells. Bane’s cologne, which I loved, now made my stomach turn, and I’d also gone off coffee.
“Shit. All of the above.”
Darcy nodded like she was the smartest woman in the room. “Yep, classic case of being knocked-up.”
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I carefully brushed them away.
“Are they good tears or bad tears, Wren?” my best friend asked. She knew I didn’t ever plan to have children—it was something we constantly debated—so I understood her question.
“They’re good, babe. I just…” I let my gaze drift down to the positive pregnancy test between us. “I just wasn’t expecting it, I guess. I kind of thought it wouldn’t ever happen naturally like you and Baron experienced.”
“Oh, Wren, we’re a fucking anomaly. It’s my polycystic ovaries that fucked us up.” She placed a hand on her swelling stomach. “I’m just glad the second round of IVF took, you know? I don’t think I could’ve gone through the stress of waiting and watching for a month only to find out it hadn’t takenagain.”
My phone beeped with a message from Bane. I read it once, then read it again, this time unable to fight the tears.
Darcy shoved more tissues at me. “What did he say?”
“He said he can’t wait to marry me.” I left off the bit where he said he’d make my ass pink tonight before he fucked me in the sex swing.
“Aww.” Darcy’s smile was whimsical. “I remember when Baron and I got married. He used to send me messages like that. Then life got in the way.”
“You could always sext him during the day?”
She stared at me for a beat before a huge grin appeared. “Yes. I’m going to do that right now. Is that eggplant emoji still a thing?” She waved her hand in my face. “Forget it. I’ll just talk dirty to him. Lord knows these pregnancy hormones make me want to fuck him six times a day.”
I got up from the table, taking the pregnancy test with me, and went into the bedroom. A sense of grief washed over me then. My brother wasn’t going to be here to see this—the wedding, his niece or nephew being born. Although a year had passed, and I’d mourned the loss of him, there were moments when Hawk’s memory slammed into me with all the finesse of a semi-trailer, and I was left floundering with that aching loss once more.
“Pull it together, Wren,” I muttered to myself. This was a happy day, and I knew my brother would be watching from wherever he was. I looked up at the ceiling like he would be floating up there or something. But he wasn’t. He’d never magicallypoofedinto existence when I thought of him over this last year.
