"Hoo boy," I sighed, rising to my feet and grabbing the pink box off the cushion. "Let's do this thing."
I wandered towards the bathroom with Dane hot on my heels. I didn't let him follow me inside, opting to shut the door in his face instead.
"Hey!" he called out.
"When I said 'let's,' I meant me. Not both of us. It's not like you can pee on it for me. Plus, I haven't peed in front of you, and I don't plan on starting now."
"Fine," he growled. "But don't you dare read the results without me."
I went as quickly as I could, ripping open the box and scanning through the instructions as I yanked my pants down and sat on the toilet. A couple of minutes later, I'd washed my hands, and the test was resting face-up on the bathroom counter. When I opened the door, Dane was waiting for me with his hands on either side of the frame. I wrapped my arms around his waist, happy to stand there with him in silence while we waited until we could read the test results. And then we moved as one to the counter, peering down at the two pink lines on the little white stick. The lines that meant everything to both of us.
Epilogue
Dane
"It was a pleasure doing business with you," Andrew Rourke told me. He was the new owner of my Chicago bar, and he'd called to tell me the funds had been wired to my account that morning.
"You as well. I'm glad Cee-Cee was able to finally connect us so we could get this deal into place."
"I'll let her know that we were finally able to close this deal when I see her at dinner tonight," he promised before we hung up.
It had taken longer to sell the place than I'd liked. The night we'd found out Addilyn was pregnant, I'd been in a meeting with Cee-Cee Thompson, the PR rep from the firm I'd hired to help build buzz for the place. I'd expected to work on a plan to position it better on the market since I'd put it up for sale. I'd been pleasantly surprised when she'd mentioned that she might be able to hook me up with a potential buyer, but then I'd had to take off because I got the call from Addilyn and needed to get my ass back to Atlanta.
With the discovery of Addilyn's pregnancy and her run-in with Gentry at the front of my mind, it had been another couple of months before I'd followed up with Cee-Cee again. At that point, Andrew's schedule had been jam packed, so it had taken us a while to connect. But it was finally done, and I didn't have anything left in Chicago that would pull me away from the life I was building in Atlanta.
"Addilyn!" I called, heading out of my office in search of my wife.
My wife. It never got old calling her that. I'd rushed her to the courthouse to get our license a few days after we got engaged. When I'd learned there wasn't a wait for us to get married in Georgia like there would have been in Illinois, I'd convinced her to let me get everything ready that same day so we could be married right away. My crazy girl actually said yes, and five hours later she became my wife. She wore a lacy white dress I'd picked out and carried a huge bouquet of mixed roses and peonies with a strand of pearls wrapped around the stems-an heirloom we planned to pass down to the baby girl she was carrying. We'd just found out the week before at her five-month checkup.
"Geesh," she sighed, shuffling towards me with her arms underneath her belly like she was trying to hold it up. "I'm coming. You don't have to yell."
I ached to lift her up and spin her around, but her baby belly prevented me from acting on the impulse. It didn't stop me from doing a lot of other things to her, though. "It's official. I no longer own a bar in Chicago."
"That's awesome," she breathed. I knew she'd been worried I'd have to be away from her during the pregnancy. Having this all taken care of before she went back for her last semester on Monday was a relief for both of us.
"It's cause for celebration, is what it is." Tugging her hand, I led her to the master bedroom. Standing at the edge of the bed, I gripped the hem of her shirt and drew it up over her head and let it fall to the floor at our feet. I popped the clasp on her bra, chuckling when she heaved a deep sigh of relief when her tits bounced free. When I palmed one and lifted it towards my lowered head to latch onto a pink nipple, her sigh of relief turned into a moan of pleasure. Her tits had been ultra-sensitive lately, and I took full advantage of it to quickly work her into a frenzy.
I continued working her tits as I slid her leggings and panties down her thighs. Tearing my lips from her, I shoved them all the way to the floor and helped her step out of them. I didn't waste any time in getting rid of my own clothes and tossing them on the ground. Then I gently laid her back on the bed and spread her legs so I could lick up and down her drenched folds.