But it was too late. He’d already opened the door.
And sure enough, those shoulders were just as big as I remembered. He took my hands and pulled me in close. “Whatever happens, I’m here.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, and he bent down as close as possible.
The room wasn’t big enough for both of us, but I went onto my toes and buried my face in his neck. “I’m afraid to look.”
He brought one hand up to cup the back of my head. “Want me to look?”
“You probably already did.”
“The line up kinda can’t be missed, Hellcat.” He eased me back. “Are we looking for lines, no lines? Words?”
“All of the above.” I turned in his arms and we both looked down. “Your shower is really clean.”
He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “I’m a neat guy.”
“There’s one thing going for you.” I peered up at him after checking out the verdict. “So, we’re pregnant.”
“Looks like it. Can’t disagree with five different tests. Especially that one with the huge plus sign.”
I leaned into him and looped my arms around his waist. “I’m still mad at you.”
“You probably will be mad at me daily.”
I couldn’t stop the laugh. I turned my head into his chest and the usual scent of cinnamon was there, but the warmth of him seeped into me. I had to admit it was really nice to lean on someone, but what happened when he freaked out and left me in the dust? “This is crazy.”
“Maybe not so crazy. Maybe...”
“What?” I looked up at him.
“Maybe it’s exactly right.”
He made no sense. He’d been pushing me away for weeks. “Why the hell are you so calm about this? I’m literally freaking out here.”
“You seem pretty rock steady.”
I held up my hand and it trembled.
He took it and pressed a kiss to my palm. “We just have to get used to the idea a little, that’s all.”
“What, that I made a baby with a grumpy, emotionally unavailable ex-artist? Whee.”
He stiffened, but then he relaxed. “I made one with a mouthy, amazing, creative, demanding designer.”
“Did I mention this is crazy?”
“Maybe.” He backed out of the bathroom. “But you’re my kind of crazy.”
I closed the door on him one more time. I didn’t know how to handle this Nolan.
I scooped up the tests and put them back in the boxes and dumped them in the bag before washing my hands again.
Truthfully, I didn’t know how I was going to handle any of this.
I opened the door again and he was on the couch with the cat, scrolling on his phone. Gizmo was curled up on his shoulder with his head hiding in Nolan’s shaggy hair.
“So, I downloaded this app.”
“You what?”
He looked up from his screen. “Pregnancy tracker something or other. When was your last period?”
“Dude, we are not doing this.”
“What? I was just trying to figure out when the baby was coming.”
I sat down next to him and gave Gizmo a scratch. I pulled my phone out of my bag and opened my period tracker. It had a pregnancy component that I truly never thought I’d use. At least not in the next few years.
But here we were.
“Oh, God. Shelby and I will be having our kids a few months apart.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“I don’t know.” The tears hit me out of the blue. “But like cousins. I always wanted cousins to play with when I was a kid. At least you had Macy.”
He picked at something on his hand. “Yeah. She kept me sane when we were little.”
I dropped my phone in my lap and grabbed his hand. “Nolan, what did you do to your hands?”
