off." Tom speaks like he's mentioning the weather.
God damn, what a family.
Drew must be worried about me, because he doesn't so much as glare at Tom.
I have to hold my stomach so I don't keel over from the laughter.
"What about you, Drew? You want to have a threesome?" I tease.
"Fuck no." He stares at me like I'm crazy. "Did Miles put you up to that?"
God, Miles is ridiculous too. And Pete—he acts all quiet and sweet, but he's the filthiest pervert of them all.
All of them are my family. It's not a traditional family, but so what? It's mine, and they're going to make great aunts and uncles.
If I'm pregnant.
Tom looks from me to Willow to Drew. He makes eye contact. "You hung over or pregnant?"
"Tom!" Willow squeals.
"It's okay. She asked me the same thing," I say.
Drew clears his throat.
This does nothing to move Tom and Willow.
"I don't know yet," I say. "I haven't taken the test."
Willow leans in to whisper in his ear.
His eyes light up. He nods.
The girl has his number.
She looks at me. "We'll be at the table. If you want to skip out on breakfast, we can handle it. Just text me."
"Maybe we should practice the mechanics of making a baby," Tom says. "Don't want to get rusty."
"At the table?" She raises a brow.
"No, kid, don't be ridiculous. At the hostess stand."
"We already decided we're adopting, but sure, I'll play into your fantasy. Back in our hotel room. After breakfast." She kisses him then turns to me. "Good luck. Call if you need anything."
Tom follows her out of the bathroom.
Drew comes closer. He sits on the ground next to me. The expression in his dark eyes is soft.
"We have a weird family." I squeeze his hand. "But I wouldn't trade them for the world."
"Me either." His dark eyes fix on me. "Are you ready?"
"Will you read the results?"
He nods.
"Then I'm as ready as I'm going to be."
He pulls the test from my purse and hands it to me. "You can do this."
I step into the stall and take a deep breath.
Here goes nothing.
Chapter Twenty-One
Drew
Two-minutes fifty-nine seconds. Fifty-eight. Fifty-seven.
Fuck, this is going to be a long three minutes.
Kara washes and dries her hands. She stares at the test sitting on the counter. Her big brown eyes fill with anxiety. I can practically see her neck and back tightening.
There's nothing I can do to change the results or make them come faster. But I can ease the agony of waiting.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. She's a strong person. It's easy to forget how petite she is. She barely comes up to my chest.
Her voice is a little louder than a whisper. "Are you terrified?"
Only that she's going to break. She's still shaking. I rub her shoulder with my thumb. She purrs, leaning into the gesture.
I rub a little harder. "I'm ready to know."
"You're brave."
"You too."
She shakes her head.
"Say it. You're brave."
"I'm brave sometimes."
"You're lucky you're pressed against me, or I'd give you a hard time about this shit."
"You should give me a hard time as soon as possible."
Fuck yeah. Soon as we deal with this.
She digs her fingers into my t-shirt, holding onto me like I'm her life vest. It feels fucking good bringing her comfort, knowing I'm taking some of the weight she carries around on her shoulders.
I'm not sure how we manage to stay alone in the bathroom, but we do. All three minutes, I stand here, holding Kara.
The timer beeps.
The test is done.
Kara takes a step backward. She looks up at me. "Are you ready?"
I nod. I am.
I take the test from the counter and turn it over.
Two lines.
Positive.
Kara is pregnant.
Fuck.
This is fantastic.
The two of us having a family—it's real. It's happening.
"Drew..." Her voice is timid. "What does it say?"
I meet her gaze. Those big, brown eyes of hers are filled with that same anxiety.
I slide my arms around her waist and pull her closer. My voice is bright, excited. "You're pregnant."
Her eyes go wide. "I am?" She takes the test from my hands and stares at it.
Moments pass as she takes it in. I'm not sure what's going through her head. I hate not knowing what's going through her head, but I have to give her time.
"I'm pregnant," she whispers.
No sense in beating around the bush. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm pregnant." Her voice lifts. "I can't believe it." She takes a deep, slow breath and looks up at me. "This is good."
"This is fucking great."
She nods. Her lips curl