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“No.” Trinity shook her head, which was a mistake because it just made it seem like a rocket blew up in her head. “It’s just that it’s only been like ten days since all this crazy stuff went down, and I couldn’t take my pills because… Well, that doesn’t matter. And we only had unprotected sex like once, though I’m not the greatest at taking my pills daily or at the same time every day when I’m not in a relationship, and I’ve only been in an official relationship with Keaton for like two weeks.” She paused her rambling. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure your pregnancy levels are elevated. When are you supposed to get your period?”
“Yesterday,” Trinity said softly.
“We can confirm with an ultrasound, but based on our findings and everything you’ve provided, I’d guess you’re barely four weeks. We’ll need to do some testing with OB/GYN to confirm that date.” Emily rested her hand on Trinity’s thigh. “That is, if you want to continue with the pregnancy. There is no judgment here. I’m certainly not going to say anything. This is one hundred percent your decision. Right now, you have options, but understand that in this state, we only have a couple more weeks before the decision is taken out of our hands and there are some hoops we’d have to jump through.”
Trinity sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I wouldn’t make that decision without Keaton.”
Emily jerked her head back. “I mean no disrespect to your boyfriend. He’s a fine man, but this is your body.”
Trinity placed her hand protectively over her stomach. “I have no idea how he’ll react to this news, and I’m still in shock, but is it weird that I’m already attached to the idea of it?”
“No, not at all.” Emily smiled. “I want you to know that no matter what happens between me and your dad, you will always have a friend in me and if you need to talk, all you have to do is call.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
“I need to see some other patients.” Emily stood. “You know how to reach me.”
Trinity ran her hand across her taut mid-section.
A baby.
No, she couldn’t think of it that way. Not yet. Too many things could go wrong with the pregnancy. Or Keaton might not want it—something she had to allow herself to consider—even if she knew without any doubt, she wanted it.
So much for having calm in her life.
CHAPTER 17
A week later…
Keaton rolledhis truck into Trinity’s driveway, rubbing his chest. He had no idea what she would think of what he’d done to his tattoo. It didn’t change his past. He hadn’t gotten rid of Petra’s name. But he’d felt the need to add Trinity, so he had.
Hopefully, she’d appreciate it.
Part of him hated that he’d moved into one of the free cabins at Dawson’s place. But he couldn’t live at his house anymore. That place needed to be bulldozed and rebuilt.
However, he’d half-expected Trinity to invite him to stay with her, and when that invitation hadn’t come, it had crushed his heart a little. It shouldn’t. They had promised each other to take things slow, date, and do all the everyday things couples do when they first get toknow one another. Just because they loved each other didn’t mean they needed to work at warp speed.
But the heart wanted what the heart wanted.
Trinity waved from the front porch. The swelling on her face had gone down. Her nose wasn’t bent quite as badly as he’d expected. The bruising had disappeared. Her shoulder was healing.
Her father was now home, and he was the lucky dog. Emily had moved in with him. Keaton wasn’t jealous. Not one bit. Okay, he was over the moon jealous.
But he didn’t let it show because Monty and Emily were good people and deserved a little slice of heaven.
Keaton had no doubt that he and Trinity would get there. They loved each other. They had a good relationship. They would be going to Oregon together in a couple of days to visit Foster. Life was good.
He slipped from the driver’s seat and jogged up the steps. “Hey, babe.”
“Hey, yourself.” She set her book aside. “How was work?”
“Pretty boring, which is exactly how I like it these days.” He leaned over, giving her a damn good kiss. It was hard, romantic, wet, and sloppy. It was every emotion he could muster into a kiss on the front porch where all her neighbors could see. “What did you do today?”
“Don’t get mad, but I spoke with Fenton.” She crinkled her forehead.
“Not mad.” He eased onto the plush sofa. “What did he have to say?”