“She saw a delivery truck of some sort outside the warehouse where she was kept,” I told them. “She remembered that the truck had writing on it. MILLS AND SON.”
“Hell. That’s big. If that truck belonged to the warehouse, we should be able to look it up.” Aiden glanced around the room, frowning. “I’ll grab Deacon’s laptop and see what I can find.”
“Let me know.”
“If it turns out to be the place, are you leaving right away?” he asked.
Odd question. “Gods know if Josie finds out, she’s going to want all of us to go there, but I need to get some food in her and . . . and yeah. We’ll see what happens from there.”
Aiden eyed me as he nodded. “Sounds good.”
I started to say something, but my gaze slid to Alex. She was staring at the wall over my shoulder, her lips pressed together and her cheeks expanded like a puffer fish. My eyes narrowed. Her gaze flickered to me and then quickly darted away.
Sighing heavily, I folded my arms. “Something you want to say, Alex?”
Oddly mute, she shook her head.
“Really?”
Gaze still trained on the wall, she nodded.
I looked over at Aiden. What was the likelihood of her not saying something to him? Probably somewhere around next to impossible.
Aiden dropped his gaze, and then I saw it—the twitch of his lips as if he was trying not to smile.
“You told him,” I stated.
The air Alex was holding in her mouth popped out as her gaze swung around to mine. “I didn’t mean to! I just sort of blurted it out, but it’s Aiden. I had to tell Aiden.”
“She had to tell me,” he agreed.
Actually, she didn’t.
“I will not tell anyone else. I swear, and I do feel bad for saying something to Aiden, because I told Josie I wouldn’t. I hope she’s not mad at me.” Alex squirmed on the couch, her forehead creased. “I’m sorry for saying something, but . . .”
I couldn’t find an ounce of anger in me. And then it hit me with the force of a hurricane. I wanted people to know. What the hell? I didn’t even know what to do with that.
“But you’re . . . you’re going to be a father,” she finished in a whisper that sounded so awed.
I blinked slowly, unfolding my arms. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
Alex clasped her hands together. “I am made of questions right now.”
“You and me both,” I replied dryly.
“Are you . . . are you happy—?”
“I’m fucking thrilled,” I cut in, and then I sat down in the chair. “I’m shocked.” My gaze flitted from Alex to Aiden. “I’d never been more shocked in my life. I actually fell flat on my ass when she told me.” I felt warmth hit my cheeks. “It’s . . . it’s crazy timing with everything going on. But how could I not be happy? I love Josie. I already . . . I already love this child.”
Alex’s smile raced across her face. “I think I might cry.”
“Please don’t,” I said, glancing at Aiden.
Staring at the floor, he dragged his hands down his face. I tensed. Every muscle locking up as I waited for Aiden to go into a lecture about how I needed to really think about things, be a better person. Like, “stop melting people” kind of shit and wanting to kill the Titans.
Alex leaned into him, placing her hand on his leg. For a moment I didn’t get it. Then I remembered. Fuck. I’d forgotten. Alex had once believed she’d been pregnant and, knowing Aiden, knowing how I felt upon hearing the news, he would’ve felt like me.
Holy shit.
Alex hadn’t been pregnant. It had been Ares’s doing. He had his sons invade her to mess with her head. I hadn’t known he’d planned to do that, but that didn’t change a damn thing in the end.
I couldn’t even imagine how I’d feel if that turned out to be the case after feeling all of this.
I couldn’t even imagine what he was feeling—what Alex was feeling.
“I’m sorry,” I said roughly.
Aiden’s chin jerked up. Our gazes met, and he knew. Yeah, he knew what I was apologizing for. His throat worked on a hard swallow.
Beside him, Alex cleared her throat. “I really am happy for you, Seth. I know it’s crazy timing and you weren’t planning for this, but you’re happy with it, and so is Josie, and that’s all that matters.”
But it really wasn’t all that mattered, because what Josie had said earlier was right. The world wasn’t going to stop turning. Not at all.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you’re going to do good.” Aiden smiled slightly as he nodded like he just realized he’d agreed with himself. “You’re going to do more than good, Seth.”