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“And you didn’t tell me until now, because?” he finally asked, his voice strained.

“Because I didn’t want to see your reaction until I found out myself. If I’m pregnant, I’m having this baby whether you like it or not. I’ll raise it myself. Love and Tori will help when I get overwhelmed. I’ll learn self-defense to keep him or her safe, and?—”

His hands cupped my face roughly, his eyes bright and angry. “If there’s a baby, it’s mine just as much as it’s yours, and I will love the fuck out of it. I’ll be the best fucking dad you’ve ever seen. Both of you will be mine to protect, and that’s all there is to it. I care a fucking lot about you, Si, whether you’re ready to accept it or not.”

I let out a breath. “That was a lot of fucks.”

“All of them.” He kissed me hard on the lips, then released my face.

After he unlocked the door, he stepped back over to me and scooped me up out of the chair—then sat back down with me on his lap.

“The doctor might feel weird if she comes in here and sees me sitting on you,” I said, though his body felt incredible against my back.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me where I was. “Then she should’ve provided two chairs.”

Sure enough, there was only the one chair and the examination table. “I can sit on the?—”

“No.” Beck didn’t even debate it for a second. Or loosen his hold on me. “I’m not letting go of you right now. And we’re going home to play poker again as soon as this is over, whether you like it or not.”

My body flushed at the dominance in his voice.

His definition of playing poker was having difficult conversations. I didn’t think I’d be able to avoid those topics any longer.

Even if I could, I was realizing that I shouldn’t.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes. For the rest of our lives, actually. Now, do you want me to distract you with a conversation while we wait for the results, or do you just want me to hold you?”

The question made my throat swell. “Just hold me, please.”

Beck adjusted his arms, so they held me securely as I leaned back against him. He rested his chin on the top of my head, and we waited.

And waited.

And waited.

His thumbs stroked slow, soft shapes where they rested on my skin.

And finally, the doctor came back in. To her credit, she wasn’t caught off-guard in the slightest when she found me sitting on Beck’s lap.

“Beta.” She dipped her head toward him quickly before her gaze met mine. “Sienna, are you comfortable sharing the results of the test with him?”

Her leaving it up to me, despite his place in the pack, made me feel important. Respected, too.

“Yes. He deserves to know,” I said.

He pressed lightly into my skin, thanking me.

Her lips lifted in a small smile, and she handed me a sheet of paper. “Then let me be the first to congratulate you both.”

I looked down at the paper she’d handed me.

There were numbers on it, but I didn’t look at the numbers.

My eyes went to the words.

Positive.