Close to You - Kristen Proby Page 0,66

be selfish and just let it be the two of us for a while before we think about bringing little people into the mix. I want to plan a wedding, if he asks, and I want to maybe take a trip or two with him. Maybe he can show me Italy or Ireland or even Florida.

I’ve never been to Florida.

But when I think of the possibility of having kids, Landon is the only one that I want to have them with. He’s the only man that I want to be the father of my children, and if it turns out that I am pregnant, well, I guess we’ll deal with it.

It can be as easy or as difficult as we make it.

I stare at myself for an extra few seconds, and then shrug in resignation because I am so not convincing myself here.

I dump the contents of both bags onto the counter and stare at all of them in disbelief. How in the world am I supposed to pick one? One tells you if you’re pregnant five days before the others. Or at least, that’s what it claims. That should be good, right?

But another one actually has the words pregnant and not pregnant, instead of the blue lines, so an idiot can figure it out.

And I sure feel like an idiot right now, so I choose that one, open the box and pull the stick out, uncap it, and wrinkle my nose.

“What’s taking so long?” Landon calls.

“You bought four hundred tests!” I shake my head and then I can’t help it. I bust up laughing at the hilarity of it all.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because this is ridiculous!”

“Did you pee?”

“No, and I won’t if you keep yelling at me through the door.” I shake my head. What in the hell ever happened to privacy?

Although, if this puppy is positive, I’m going to do a lot more in front of Landon than just pee. That’ll be the least of my worries.

And why am I being such a damn sissy?

Because that’s the only part of this that I have any control over, at this stage in the game anyway.

So, with a quick prayer, I unzip my jeans.

Chapter 16

~Landon~

I know for a fact that it doesn’t take this much time to pee on a stick. Granted, I’ve personally never peed on a stick, but it can’t be that hard.

I hate this door separating us. I should be in there with her.

I shove my hands through my hair and force myself to take a deep breath. I held it together for Cami. I can’t lose my cool now.

Because at the heart of it, the thought of having a baby with Cami doesn’t scare me in the least. It would have in the past; if any of the women I dated before had mentioned that she might be carrying my child, I would not have been okay with the idea.

What concerns me is her.

We’ve never talked about this stuff. We just haven’t gotten there yet. I thought we’d have plenty of time to discuss what our goals were regarding family and kids and marriage. Because I do plan to marry her.

Not marrying her isn’t an option.

I just don’t know what’s happening in her head, and that’s the part that makes me nervous. Maybe she doesn’t want a baby at all. I just assume that she does, but what if kids aren’t in her vision for her life? Or maybe this isn’t the right time. She’s just started her business, and it takes up a large chunk of her time.

What I do know is that she’s scared, and that leaves a hole the size of Oregon in the pit of my stomach. I can’t bear to see the fear on her beautiful face.

Fucking door.

I finally lean my forehead on the bathroom door and close my eyes, willing her to come out.

“Cami, did you fall in?”

I can hear rustling, but there’s no answer. She’s so damn stubborn.

“I can hear you moving around in there. Just tell me that you’re okay.”

Or I’ll bust this fucking door in.

Just when I’m about to reach for the handle, the door opens, sending me off balance, and Cami startles.

“Have you been standing there this whole time with your ear pressed to the door like Mrs. Kravitz?”

“Who’s Mrs. Kravitz?” She’s still pale. Her eyes are round and a little glassy.

“You know, the crazy neighbor on Bewitched.”

I grin and shake my head. “No, I wasn’t listening the whole time. But you do realize that I’ve