Page 351 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

This was bound to happen.

Siena had promptly vomited every bit of the eggs and bacon John had left for her in the oven before he left for his morning jog. She had been keeping a pregnancy test hidden in her purse … just in case.

A part of her already knew.

Siena tapped the test against her palm again.

Pregnant, it flashed.

She was still trying to figure out a way to tell John and not surprise him, so to speak. She knew it was going to be practically fucking impossible. There could be no cute reveal that she secretly recorded, and then posted for the world to see. There could be no baby shoes in a gift box for him to open and be surprised.

None of that could happen.

She had to take away that element of shock so that this did not feel like something John was not ready for in the first place.

Easier said than done.

Children had been his one sore topic for years. Not because he didn’t want to be a father, but because she knew he worried that he was going to pass on the same genetics that had been given to him. Whatever it was in his DNA that left him with a disorder that clouded and colored his life, thoughts, and emotional processing a little bit differently than everyone else.

It didn’t matter.

Children had always been non-negotiable for her. And she knew without a doubt that John would be the best father.

There was nothing wrong with him. There had never been anything wrong with him. Just like their children—nothing would ever be wrong with them, either. Regardless, they would be perfectly them. Little babies made by people who loved each other and would love them.

They would have kids.

It was simply when.

Siena figured that time was now.

So, she took a moment to absorb how different everything would be now. Then, she stood up, shook off the overwhelming emotions, and began planning how she would tell John.