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Bailey

I didn’t appreciate how a man I barely knew thought he could make decisions about my life for me. Unless you counted carnal knowledge because he certainly had that in spades. I shook my head, trying to focus on anything but the images of how he gained that knowledge.

“We don’t even know if there is a baby,” I argued, my focus wholly on Wyatt as my dad stood and moved away to let him get closer to me. Sure, my period was late, and the smell of pot roast had just made me puke my guts up, but it could be something else. Right? “I could have picked up a stomach bug or eaten something which didn’t agree with me.”

Wyatt’s gaze dropped to my belly and then moved back up to my face to meet mine. “You didn’t catch anything except my baby.”

I lowered my voice to the barest whisper, not wanting my dad or brother to hear any of the details about the night I’d spent with Wyatt. “But you wore a condom both times.”

He crouched down in front of me, taking my hands in his and matching his tone to mine. “It broke, baby. I didn’t realize until I woke up in the morning.” His hold tightened, almost as though he was afraid I’d move away from him. “I would have talked to you about it sooner, but you pulled a vanishing act on me.”

His evident frustration surprised me. It had been hard to leave his home that morning, but I figured it was what I was supposed to do—what he expected from me. I’d acted completely out of character with him, but even while I was freaking out about the situation, I’d felt safe wrapped up in his arms. I hadn’t intended to hurt him, but I was starting to think that’s exactly what I’d done. Maybe I should have listened to my best friend’s advice and gone back to his house the next day. She’d screeched so loudly in my ear while yelling at me for running out on him like that during our call that I’d thought I might go deaf. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d want me there for the whole awkward morning after thing.”

“You thought wrong, Bailey,” he growled, his voice rising slightly. “I wanted you there that morning and every one after.”

“Sure you did,” Jack hissed.

My head jerked up, his interjection surprising me because I’d somehow managed to forget my brother and dad were in the room with us. My fascination with him was just that absolute.

“Stop saying shit to make your sister doubt me,” Wyatt tossed over his shoulder before turning back to me. “Do you know how many Cross families there are in the state of Nebraska? Because I do.”

“How?” I gasped.

“I’ve spent the last month looking for you, Bailey.” It was impossible to doubt the sincerity of his statement. At least it was for me. My brother was an entirely different matter.

“This is bullshit.”

My dad stepped forward and pulled Jack back a few steps. “He’s your best friend, Jack. You’ve known each other forever, and you and I both know he’s a good man. I get that being a big brother is new to you, just like having a daughter to protect is for me, but we both need to let Bailey and Wyatt talk this through without making the situation harder for them.”

“We don’t even know if we have a situation yet,” I groaned, utterly mortified by the whole conversation.

“And that’s where I come in,” Sharon said from the front door, shutting it behind her. I hadn’t even realized she’d left, but she held a bag from the drug store down the street in her hand. She walked over and dropped it into my lap. “Since your best friend isn’t in town, I figured it was my responsibility as your step-mom to run out and buy you a pregnancy test.”

Gripping the bag tightly in my fist, I jumped up from the couch and hugged Sharon. There was no way I could make it through the day without finding out if I was pregnant. Heck, I didn’t even know if I could make it another hour, and now I didn’t have to because of her. I raced back into the bathroom and dumped the contents of the bag onto the counter. There were three different kinds of tests. Who even knew there were so many types available? Scanning the back of each one, I decided to use the one which offered the most obvious result. No pluses or lines for me. I wanted the test that promised to provide early results with the words “pregnant” or “not pregnant” on the display.

I ripped open the box and started to turn towards the toilet when I caught a glimpse in the mirror of Wyatt’s reflection. He was standing in the doorway watching me. “Nope. No way.” I nudged him back a step. “You can wait out there. I’m not going to pee in front of you.”

I shut the door gently, resisting the urge to slam it in his face. It wasn’t his fault the condom broke. I’d been a willing participant in everything we’d done together. My hand dropped to my belly, rubbing lightly, as I walked back to the toilet. I did my business and laid the stick back on the counter. Then I leaned against the door, wanting to be closer to Wyatt but not quite ready to open it and see him yet. My pulse was racing, and my stomach was turning again as I waited for the results to come in. Three minutes never seemed to last quite so long. And then it was over and the results were in.

Pregnant.

I was pregnant.

Ohmigod I was pregnant.

With Wyatt’s baby.

And he was waiting right outside that door.

“There’s no time like the present,” I whispered to myself before pulling the door open.

Wyatt was standing right there, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I knocked you up, right?”

“You’re not supposed to look so happy about it,” I grumbled. “Besides which, these tests aren’t one hundred percent accurate. I should probably find a doctor so I can get a blood test to confirm it.”

His grin turned even more smug and he picked me up and spun me around.

“Put the girl down before you make her sick again,” Sharon chided.

She had a good point because my head was already spinning, and not in shock. This was the light-headed kind where you ended up with black spots dancing in front of your eyes. “No joke.”

“Sorry, baby. I should know better. I promise to do better from now on.” He placed me gently on the couch. “Starting with getting you in to see a doctor today.”

* * *

When Wyatt put his mind to something, he got things done, and fast. It was only forty-five minutes later when I found myself in the doctor’s office being ushered back to an exam room with Wyatt by my side.

“The doctor will be in shortly. Go ahead and get into a gown, ties in the front, panties off but you can leave the bra on if you’d like,” the nurse instructed, shutting the door behind her.

“Turn around.” I circled my finger in the air at Wyatt.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before,” he grumbled, but turned and faced the wall as I’d asked. “Touched, licked and sucked it, too.”

“Yeah, you did,” I mumbled under my breath, blushing at the memories while I finished changing into the gown and climbed onto the exam table.

“What?” Wyatt asked.

“I said you can turn around now,” I totally lied.

“You sure that’s what you said?”

I was saved by a quick knock on the door. The nurse from before peeked her head inside. “Hey, the doctor is running a little behind and wanted me to get your blood draw started. Are you decent?”

“I am,” I confirmed.

She came into the room, followed by a phlebotomist. Wyatt held my other hand while she took a few samples for testing. “Why so many tubes to test for pregnancy?” he asked.

“As long as we’re doing a needle stick, we’ll check for other things, too. Nothing to worry about. It’s standard. If Bailey’s pregnant, she’ll end up getting stuck so many times, she’ll appreciate us doubling up now.”

“Great,” I muttered when we were alone again. “I hate needles.”

He released my hands, toying with the hem of the gown—and making me want to spread my legs and wrap them around his hips, as inappropriate as it would be to actually do. “Then I guess it’ll be my job to make each trip to the doctor worthwhile.”

I had a pretty good idea based on the circles his thumbs were drawing on my knees, but I couldn’t resist asking anyway. “How, pray tell, will you do that?”

“Like this,” he whispered as he slid his hands up my thighs until they rested just below my pussy. “By making you come for me.”

He pressed down firmly, widening my legs and opening me to his touch. I was already wet and hot, all it had taken was the feel of his palms on my bare legs. My hips lifted as his fingers swirled in a circle over my clit.

“We can’t do this,” I protested feebly. “The doctor could be here at any moment.”

“Then I guess I’d better work fast to get you off before he knocks on the door because it’s bad enough that he’s a guy. There’s no fucking way I’m going to let him see how gorgeous you are when you come.”

His touch on my clit became more demanding and he slid a finger inside me.

“I’m so close,” I moaned.

He twisted his hand, finding just the right spot, but that wasn’t what sent me over the edge. It was the way he looked at me when he leaned his head against mine and watched me fly apart in his hands.

Seriously, who was I when I was with Wyatt? How did he manage to make me forget everything to the point of finding myself spread-eagle on the exam table of my step-mother’s OBGYN’s office, the awful gown riding up my legs, while I climaxed on his hand?