Not-So Temporarily Married(22)

“I’ll be back in a second,” I murmured regretfully, rolling out of his arms to climb out of bed. I was beyond tempted to stay right where I was since I knew where this was headed, but there was something I needed to do that couldn’t wait. “I need to go pee first.”

“A full bladder will only make you come harder,” he purred as he kissed down my back.

I turned and giggled, thinking he was joking, but the heated look in his eyes told me he wasn’t. It was hard to imagine having an orgasm stronger than what he usually gave me, but this wasn’t the morning to test his theory. “That might be true, but I don’t want to run the risk of messing up the test results. I need a clean stream from what the instructions said.”

“Test results?” he echoed as he popped out of bed.

“It’s Saturday morning,” I reminded him. “It might still be too early for the test to detect any pregnancy hormones in my system, though. From what I read, the amount increases as the pregnancy progresses so it’s more accurate the longer you wait. But you bought so many of them, I figured it couldn’t hurt to give it a try this morning, right?”

He swept me up in his arms and carried me into the bathroom. “Not without me, you won’t.”

“Nuh-uh,” I grumbled when he set me down on my feet near the toilet. “I am not going to pee in front of you.”

“I’ll turn my back,” he offered, flinging open the cabinet door in search of the stack of pregnancy tests.

I nudged him out of the way and pulled open one of the drawers to grab the foil package I’d tucked inside the night before. “This is the one I need.”

He swiveled around to stare at the wall. “Go ahead, but tell me the minute you’re done because I don’t want to miss any of this.”

With trembling fingers, I ripped open the foil wrapper and popped the cap off the tip of the test. I shimmied the boy shorts I’d tugged on in the middle of the night down my legs and sat down on the toilet. Taking a couple deep breaths, I tried to calm myself down so I didn’t do something stupid like drop the stick into the toilet bowl. Once my hands stopped shaking, I lowered my hand, ready to stick the absorbent tip into my urine stream and waited. My bladder felt close to bursting, but nothing came out. I waited some more, until I heard the tapping of Landon’s foot and giggled.

“I don’t think I can do it while you’re in here with me.”

“Baby, I’ve had my cock deep inside you. Had my tongue shoved inside your pussy while you shuddered from your orgasm. Come down your throat, in your womb, on your back and all over your tits. There isn’t anything to be embarrassed about. If you’re carrying my baby, I don’t want to miss a moment of it.” He reached over and turned on the faucet. “Here, maybe the sound of running water will help.”

My hubby was a genius because even as weird as it felt to pee with him in the same room, as soon as I heard the water my bladder started to unload itself. I hurriedly stuck the stick into the stream and counted to five as slowly as I could. Then I slowly moved the stick away, trying not to fling any pee on myself, and replaced the cap before setting it back on the counter. As soon as I flushed the toilet, Landon turned back my way and peered down at the test.

“It doesn’t say anything yet.”

“That’s because you’re supposed to wait three minutes before looking,” I chided, bumping him to the side to reach the sink and wash my hands.

“Wait! There’s some pink starting to show up.”

“There is?” I gasped, sliding in front of him so I could see too. With his arms wrapped around me, his hands resting over my belly, I watched as one pink line started to appear in the result window. At first, I hadn’t been sure if I was ready for a pregnancy quite so soon in our relationship, but Landon had seemed so certain and I’d grown used to the idea of being pregnant. But as the seconds ticked by with only one pink line on the test, tears started to gather in my eyes. Squeezing my lids shut, I tried to stem the flow as disappointment crashed through me. Sniffling, I turned my head and buried my face in Landon’s chest.

“I’m sorry,” I cried.

“For what, baby?”

“That I’m not pregnant.”

“Open your eyes and look, baby.” He titled my head up, giving me a kiss followed by a reassuring smile, and then turned me by my shoulders until I was facing the counter again. Glancing down, I saw the reason for the beaming expression on his face.

“Two lines,” I whispered.

The second one was faint, but it was there. No doubt about it, I was seeing two pink lines.