Her brow furrows in confusion. “Finding out what?”
I reach into my pocket and pull out the empty pregnancy test box I grabbed from our bathroom trash. “This.”
All the color drains from her face before she pulls me inside. “How did you—”
I close the door behind me and lean against it, taking her in. “I forgot my cufflinks. Went back to the apartment and found this in the trash.”
“You were looking through the trash?” she asks incredulously. “So much for privacy.”
“Please.” I take her hand, lacing her fingers with mine. “All of our other possessions are boxed up, ready to move into Zach's, I meanour, new home. It's bright blue and was sitting right on top of the trash.”
“Yeah.” She sighs, playing with her fingernails.
I step closer, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Were you going to tell me?”
“I—” She swallows hard, her eyes glistening. “I haven't taken it yet. I was going to do it this morning, but I was too scared to look alone, and then I thought maybe I should wait until after the wedding because what if it's negative and I'm sad all day, or what if it's positive and I'm crying through my vows—”
I press a finger to her lips, cutting off her spiral. “Shall we do it now?”
As I ask the question, that’s when I realize there isn’t a bundle of greatness attacking my leg. “Wait, where's Ella?”
“Madison took her for breakfast since I wasn’t feeling great. They have waffles, so she was very excited.”
“Perfect,” I say, kissing her nose. “That means we've got time. Have you still got the test?”
She nods. “It's in the bathroom.”
I take her hand, lacing her fingers together as we walk through the best bridal suite in Indiana toward the bathroom.
There it is.
Sitting right on the marble countertop next to her makeup bag. The little white stick that could change everything.
“Are you sure?” she asks nervously. “What if—”
I stop her question with a kiss. “It won't matter what happens. I'll be happy either way because I have you and Ella.”
She bites her bottom lip and takes a second before saying, “Okay.” Then she shoos me out of the room. “I'll let you know when I'm done peeing.”
“Can't I just turn around?”
“No. I want to keep the mystery alive.”
I roll my eyes as she shuts the door, and no less than a minute later, she opens the door again.
“So?” I raise my brow as I walk back into the room and place my fingers on the test, looking at the little blank screen. “What does it say?”
“Nothing yet. It takes at least three minutes to show anything. I set a timer.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “Three minutes, huh? I can do a lot in three minutes.”
Her eyes widen, and she rolls them so hard I'm surprised they don't get stuck. She smacks my chest playfully. “Will you stop?”
I lean in, my lips finding that sensitive spot just below her ear. “No,” I murmur, nipping gently at her earlobe. “Because that's what got us here in the first place.”
Her breath hitches as my hands slide into her robe, finding warm, bare skin underneath. “Jamie—”
“Shh.” I turn her to face the mirror, standing behind her as I slowly part her robe. “Watch.”