Til Death Do Us Part (Vegas Vows #6) - Harlow Layne Page 0,37
I could hear him as he took in a deep breath.
“While I don’t think either of us is ready, nor were we planning on having kids anytime soon, we can do this if you are indeed pregnant. The first step is you need to calm down. I’m not going anywhere; I can promise you that. You should not bear the burden of worry when I’m to blame for not wrapping it up. There’s something about you Everly that makes me forget all reason.”
Tears trailed down my cheeks as I turned on his lap. I threw my arms around his neck and cried.
“Hey, sweet girl. It’s going to be okay.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you’d be mad,” I cried out.
“How can I be mad when you told me you weren’t on birth control? I’m the one who should be apologizing. Never once have I asked if you ever wanted kids.”
“I do, but I was thinking when I was thirty not twenty-two.”
He rubbed his hands up and down my back while leaning his head against mine. The simple gesture meant more to me than any words could in that moment.
“We need to go to the store and buy you a pregnancy test, so we can know one way or the other.”
Raising my head to look at him, I knew I looked like a hot mess. Mascara was most likely all over my face, but I never would have guessed with the way Leo looked at me. His blue eyes were warm and his face soft as he took me in. I cupped his stubbly cheeks as I rested my forehead to his.
“Are you going to tell them why I freaked out?”
He kissed the corner of my mouth. “There’s no reason to hide it.”
“Only the fact that they’ll definitely think I’m irresponsible. First, we get married while drunk and three months later, I’m pregnant. I’m the poster child for irresponsibility.”
“Not even close, but I do think we should talk to them about it.”
I could feel the confusion etched on my face. “Why?”
“It might look bad if we’re seen out getting a pregnancy test. While there are no paparazzi here, there are some people who take pictures and are willing to sell them. I’m sure they don’t need people thinking Alex is pregnant again already.”
I couldn’t imagine having to worry about what I did every time I left the house.
“Is that even possible for them to be having sex?”
Leo shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I don’t think they’re supposed to be having sex for at least a month after, but I could be wrong.” I had zero clue about pregnancy or what happened after except the telltale sign of a woman being pregnant; a missed period.
“Really? I don’t think I could go longer than a week not having sex with you.” His hand moved from my waist to squeeze my ass as if to prove his point.
I felt the same, but after seeing how tired the parents upstairs looked, I had a feeling I’d changed my mind after a few sleepless nights.
“You know that’s why they put us down here, right?”
“What?” My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head. “You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly. We’re very open about sex.”
Had he talked to his brother about our sex?
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
Leo laughed. “That right there is the problem. The way I grew up we’re not ashamed of our bodies or sexuality.”
He had nothing to be ashamed of. Leo’s body was something every man, woman, and child, okay maybe not children, but everyone else should worship. It was spectacular and one of the reasons I couldn’t keep my hands off him and why I might be pregnant.
With his hands cupping my ass, Leo picked me up and set me on my feet. “While I like the way you’re looking at me right now, we really need to go upstairs.”
I knew he was right. I’d just hit him with a bombshell, and I was ready to jump his bones because Leo was being Leo which meant he was being sweet and fine as hell.
With the way my moods were swinging all over the place and being late, it would be a miracle if I wasn’t pregnant.
“You’re right. I’m just so embarrassed by the way I stormed out, I don’t want to face them.”
Leo shook his head as he laced his fingers with mine. “Just because my brother is famous doesn’t mean he’s a robot. He’s a normal person who makes mistakes just like the