Taming Hollywood's Baddest Boy - Max Monroe Page 0,111

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So much so, that I snagged a copy of a gossip magazine with Luca’s face on it from one of the racks near the checkout because the headline—Luca Weaver Engaged: Has Hollywood’s Baddest Boy Been Tamed?—made me giggle.

I don’t know that Luca is the type of man that can ever be tamed, so to speak, but I don’t want to tame him. I just want him to be mine forever.

The diamond ring on my left ring finger shines a reminder, and I wiggle it around a little and grin.

Apparently, Harris luck is on my side.

With three reusable grocery bags in tow, I head into the kitchen. “Lucky, I’m home!” I shout as I toss the bags onto the counter, but I don’t get any response.

“Luca! I’m home! Where are you?” I call out again, even louder this time, and begin to unpack my grocery bags.

About a month ago, I officially moved in with Luca—into the LA house he was renting but now owns—and while I love this house, I really do, it’s too fucking big for just two people and a dog. Hence the need to yell really loud.

Yeah, but that might change soon…

“Upstairs, princess!” he finally shouts back. “Just got out of the shower!”

Once all my bags are unpacked, I take one particular item and hide the box under my shirt. It’s the main reason why I ended up going to the grocery store today, but a reason I’m trying not to think too much about until I know for sure.

I don’t waste any time heading into the bathroom off the entry hallway and locking the door behind me.

Box torn open.

Instructions read.

I do my business and set the stick on the counter next to the sink.

Just two minutes.

In two minutes, I will know.

Holy moly. Nerves flutter around inside my belly, and I just stand there, tapping the toe of my sandal on the tile floor and staring at the timer I set on my phone.

Two minutes have never felt so long in my life.

The sounds of Luca padding down the stairs fill my ears, and I double-check to make sure the door is locked. I don’t know why, but I just need to know the results before I tell him what’s going on.

“Billie?” he calls out. “Where the hell are you?”

“In the bathroom! Be out in a sec!”

I hold my breath as the timer counts down the last five seconds.

Five…four…three…two…one…

Eyes to the stick.

Pregnant.

Oh my god, I’m pregnant.

I have a baby—Luca’s baby—growing in my belly, right now.

Holy moly, this was not in the plans. I mean, I am on birth control, but apparently, said birth control wasn’t controlling much of anything about eight weeks ago…

My eyes go wide, and I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

And then I put a hand to my belly and gaze down at my fingers.

There is a baby inside there. My baby. Our baby. Inside me.

Hell’s bells, I knew I was feeling off for the past few weeks, but this is just about the most unexpected news I’ve ever received.

With only two weeks left of filming, I recently found out from Serena that I am going to be working with her permanently, and Luca already has another movie lined up in the winter.

He’ll be on location in Australia for eight freaking weeks.

And then, after that, we were going to try to fit in our wedding and honeymoon and…now I’m pregnant.

Am I ready for a baby?

I stare down at my belly again and I can’t deny I’m a bit terrified, but I’m also really fucking happy. Incredibly blissed-out, to be honest.

Now, I just have to tell my future husband that, even though we were not planning on having a baby right now, Surprise! We’re having a baby.

Oh boy. Deep breaths. It will all be okay.

With the stick in my hand, I step out of the bathroom and head to the kitchen.

When I spot Luca standing near the island, I start to open my mouth, but I shut it quickly when I realize he’s on the phone.

“God, Rocky,” he says. “It’s so good to hear from you. I’m pretty sure I’ve left you one million voice mails since I managed to get your new number.”

Holy shit. Rocky. His sister.

He nods his head and smiles. “I know. I’m a real fucking prick. I’m sorry it took me this long to get my head out of my ass, but I…” He nods.

“Yeah, I know. I mean, I’ve only been trying to get ahold of you for