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Holy shit. I was pregnant.

Chapter Twenty

A waveof dizziness flooded my head, making my stomach turn.

“Oh God. I think I need to sit down.”

Before I knew what was happening, Dev scooped me up and carried me through the balcony doors toward the sofa in the middle of the library.

He sat me down and walked over to a hidden cabinet housing a refrigerator. He pulled out a bottle of sparkling water and brought it back, unscrewing the cap and handing it to me.

“Drink. It will settle your stomach.”

I followed his directions and then leaned my head back against the couch. I went through every possibility over the last few months, and the only conclusion was that one fateful evening a little over six weeks ago.

“The beach.”

“Yes, the beach,” he said as he sat next to me.

“When did you figure it out?”

He propped his arm on the back of the sofa, rested a hand on my stomach, and began to draw circles.

“I started to have my suspicions when you kept refusing your favorite drinks, but blew them off, thinking you wanted to keep a level head and not risk the challenge of the alcohol content of Jacinta’s concoctions. Then, at dinner, your face turned green as you smelled the steak on your plate. You love a seared tenderloin.”

“So, my aversion to red meat confirmed your virility?”

“Yes. And the fact I’ve been inside your body multiple times a day since the first of this month.”

“Oh.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d stopped taking birth control?”

“I didn’t.” I faced him. “This wasn’t planned. I missed a pill here and there over the last few months and thought nothing about it. You couldn’t look at me, much less want to screw my brains out. What happened six weeks ago was unexpected.”

“For the record, I always want to screw your brains out.”

I glared at him. “Devin. Really?”

“That night, I watched you sleep on the lounger for over thirty minutes. Then you moaned my name, and it was all over. I had to have you.”

“If I recall, you had me five times. I could barely walk the next morning.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I wish I’d said to you the words I’d planned. The reason why I came to see you in the first place.

“Instead of talking to you, I made love to you and then lost it when Clint called to discuss the case and the paparazzi showed up. It went from me begging you to take me back to me giving you an ultimatum to pick between our relationship and your career.”

“It wasn’t one of your better moments. If you want to know the truth, your words that night were the catalyst for me wanting to file for separation. It pushed me to realize that I had to put myself first for a change, no matter what anyone thought.”

“However devastated I was to get the notice, I knew I deserved it.” He cupped my face and ran a thumb over my lower lip. “I destroyed the most important thing I had in my life for over twelve years. My relationship with you.”

I covered his hand with mine. “I’m as much to blame, if not more. I allowed this to happen.”

“I did learn some interesting news last week after you made me leave our property.”

“I did not make you leave. No one can make you do anything. Case in point, you muscled your way back into the house on the first. Now tell me what you discovered, super sleuth.”

“I discovered we aren’t separated. You never filed the paperwork.”