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Tamsin

Three Months Later

I barely get through the door before I’m rushing up the stairs to the bathroom. I have a big problem, and I'm not exactly sure what to do. Things have been going so well and even on the best days I’m forgetful as hell. But it took my best friend being pregnant to remind me that I’ve not had a fucking period in two months. Two fucking months!

Not to mention me and Sophie have a lot of the same symptoms. She hid hers until after the wedding was over but now she’s talking about the constant feeling of being drained, the queasy stomach, the cravings -oh, God, the cravings! How could I forget something this important?!

Okay, I was busy moving in with Levi, getting ready for my bestie’s wedding, and doing a little bit of gloating when Zane took off and left April, completely fucking ghosting the bitch. Turns out he had a kid two towns over and the mom was coming after him for child support. And the douche took the easiest way out he could think of…he ran! He and his dad packed the fuck up in the middle of the night and took off. Of course, the embezzling dear old dad was doing might have had something to do with the vanishing act too. Hard to say really.

Now, here I am. Trying to pee on this fucking stick before Levi comes home. What am I going to tell him if this thing comes back positive? We just moved in together! We’re not even settled in yet. Right? People change their minds all the time. We’ve not really had time to get tired of one another yet. He might not want to be a father now. He might need more time, damn it.

If his stupid dick wasn’t so magnetic this wouldn’t have happened. I swear sometimes I think I’ve got the opposite side of the magnet inside my pussy and that is why we are drawn so close together. Something that just is and is too good to try to fight against it.

Great! Now I’m horny! I’m freaking out, horny, and more than a little hungry. What the hell? Is this normal? The three minutes it takes to wait for the stupid thing to figure out if I’m pregnant or not is going to be the longest three minutes of my life. I pace, I bop, I wiggle and I still have two more minutes left. Damn it!

Shit! Are those two lines already? After only a minute and a half? Did I take it wrong? Does that mean what I think it means?

“Kitten! I’m home!”

Double shit! I bump into the stand holding our toothbrushes and toothpaste sending both of them flying and making the loudest clatter known to man.

“Kitten? You alright?”

His voice is closer now.

“I’m fine.” Damn, not fine. Everyone knows fine means something is wrong. “Okay. I’m okay.”

I spin around and run into the towel rack sending it crashing to the floor as well.

“Then why are you making enough noise in there to wake the dead, my love?”

His voice is just outside the door now.

“I…,” Gigs up, Tam. I open the door and take in my man in all his glory. Damn, he’s hot as fuck!

“I love you. Now, what are you up to?”

I push the door open and show him the mess I’ve created. And the pregnancy test too.

His eyes go right to the little stick. “Tamsin?”

“Yes.”

I nibble my bottom lip as he steps closer and looks at the very clear lines.

“Is this recent?”

“Is it…of course it’s recent. You think I would just hide it and then pull it out when I know you’ll come home.”

“So, I caught you?”

Damn that sounds like it’s not a good thing. “Okay, look, I forgot about having a period every month and so much was going on. I was happy for the first time in…forever and I just thought…yeah, you caught me.”

His face breaks into a big smile and I’m being swept up in his arms and carried over to the bed. “You don’t seem mad. Unless of course, you’re taking me over to the window to dump me out of it instead of the bed.”

He laughs so hard it shakes through me. “I love your mind and your sense of humor, kitten. No, I’m not throwing you out the window and yes, I am very happy.”

“But…we didn’t plan this. We…,”

“Weren’t using anything to stop it from happening.” He interrupts me. “We also spent a lot of time in bed doing what it takes to make a baby. No, we didn’t plan this exactly. But…”

I sit up when he lays me on the bed, my brows drawn together, “But?”

‘But’ sounds suspiciously like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“What can I say, kitten? I’m your bad man. Always will be.”

“You better be glad you have such a pretty dick, and you know how to use it.”

He kisses me while chuckling and spends the next hour showing me just what a bad man he can be. Thank goodness this bad man is all mine!