Page 74 of Married into the Mob

Dad popped up beside us. “Can I guess what made you sick?”

“Dad, not now.” I needed to get my mate into bed. Everyone else could party through the night. “Stay and eat the amazing food Uncle Arnie prepared.”

Odell put a hand on my arm. “We have to at least cut the cake.”

I steered him to the layers of white chocolate mousse, each one decorated with strawberries and drizzled with caramel.

We picked up a large serving spoon, with a satin bow tied at the end, and “sliced’ into the mousse before giving one another a small taste.

“Congratulations!” everyone shouted.

But Dad piped up. “Not just on your marriage.”

What was he banging on about? I gave him a look.

“I’m pretty sure my son-in-law is pregnant!”

“Pregnant” That was me, Odell, and everyone else, including the kids, apart from my dad.

Treyton put his hand up. “As I’m a midwife, I offer my services for the birth.”

We were getting ahead of ourselves.

“Can we still have cake?” Lottie asked before she and her brother stuck their fingers in the mousse.

TWENTY-EIGHT

ODELL

Hunter hustled me inside, telling everyone to eat and have fun. Judging by the noise, they were doing exactly that.

Pregnant? I just got used to being mated. “You dad might be mistaken.”But Hunter had said Rudy had guessed when Tony was pregnant with Lottie, and he and Tony did the same to Matt before he knew he was carrying Storm.

“There’s one way to be certain.”

I nodded. “Get tests from the pharmacy and lots of them in case I pee and miss.”

“Can we leave pee out of the conversation?” Despite not being bothered by nudity and having a beast inside him who tore animals to shreds, my mate was kinda squeamish when talking about bodily functions.

I giggled. “That reminds me of when I needed to pee in the panic room and you sang and tap-danced.”

“I’ll never forget that.” He leaped up and tapped over floor, but the carpet was a party pooper and his feet made swishy sounds.

“But back to the pregnancy test.”

“I have one. A very unique one.”

I stared at him. “Is this a shifter test?” He shook his head. “No blood, please.”

“I’ve not tested the theory, but some shifter wolves can detect pregnancy.”

“Okay.” I flung off my linen jacket and yanked up my shirt. “Have at it.”

“I can shift here, but my wolf has been begging to take his fur and hunt.”He gasped. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned that. Blood, guts, and gore when your tummy is upset isn’t a great combination. What’s wrong with me?”

“Do I have to answer that?” I giggled.

“Sorry, I’m being selfish. I can shift tomorrow. There’ll be no hunting this evening. It’s our wedding night.”