I swallow. “I haven’t been on a bike in years.”
He gives me a worried frown. “Do you not like it? I mean I can take the car on the gravel road.”
“It’s not my favorite thing.” I give his thigh a reassuring squeeze. “But I can ride. And if it means I get to see you have fun, even better.”
His grin is so wide I can practically feel his excitement. “I can’t wait for you to see what else I have planned.”
“There’s more?”
He nods. “I have it on good authority that your dad’s chocolate fudge brownies will keep me on your good side. It helps to be friends with the people who are experienced at having to apologize to you.”
“Justin, don’t tease me.” I give him a pointed look. “If you have brownies, you need to hand them over.”
“Later, Angel.” He gives me that panty melting wink. “I have a whole night planned for us.”
All night? “Are we spending the night? Justin, I still need to work tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I already arranged with Wyatt that you will not be in tomorrow.” He sounds a little worried. “I know it’s overstepping, and you can totally shout at me for that, but it will be totally worth it. Just remember, I have the brownies.”
I can't help but laugh. “That’s fine but we need to talk.” It’s good to see him this excited about something that’s not work. “About yesterday.”
“I’m really, sorry, Angel.”
“Yeah, I know. But I don’t think you understand. I had a good twelve hours to consider that I might be pregnant.”
“You must’ve been so worried. Did you sleep on Sunday night?”
I shake my head. “Barely a wink. But that’s not it. Somewhere in the worry, I must’ve gotten used to the idea. I don’t know. In between all the worry, I probably accepted that I could be pregnant.”
“What are you saying?”
“When I saw that it was negative, my heart broke a little.”
He doesn’t say anything for the longest time. He takes the next off ramp and pulls over to the side of the road. He undoes his seatbelt, then mine. “Come here.” He pulls me into his embrace and even though I have some more news for him, I feel safe. Everything will be okay. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. You want my confession?”
I nod into his chest.
“I was hoping it would be positive, too.” He rests his chin on the top of my head. “I cannot imagine having a baby with anyone else.”
Seriously, he’s angling hard for a blowjob later. “About that.”
I pull away from him, but he holds my chin between his fingers. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter.”
“Nothing’s the matter. At least I hope not.” I cup his face with my hands. “So, I took your suggestion, to go to the doctor. I mean, I’m still throwing up every day.”
“Good, what did he have to say.”
“She told me to take another pregnancy test.” I rub my thumbs along his jaw. “She wanted to make sure. Apparently, there's a small chance that they’re not always accurate.”
His body tenses and his eyes widen. “What did the second test say?”
I swallow hard. In theory it’s good to say you’ll be fine with it, but this was real. “I’m pregnant.”
That smile widens. “Are you for real? You’re really pregnant?”
“Well, she’s made an appointment for me to do the blood test later this week.” I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks “That will confirm it one hundred percent. She said if I want, I can take another one and go for two out of three in the meantime, but false positives are very rare.”
“We’re going to have a baby.” He whoops, the sound reverberating through the car. He turns to me, a serious look falling over him. “Are you sure riding a bike is safe?”
“I’ll be perfectly safe.”
Soon, we’re back on the road again. It’s a little after six when we arrive. Justin gets changed in the back seat of his car. It doesn’t look very comfortable. Then again, it doesn’t look like it will be comfortable riding with that bulge either.
The sun is beginning to set but Justin rents helmets with a light in the front along with the bikes. He also rents a rack to secure a large Tupperware container. My mouth practically waters at knowing what’s in there. We secure our bags — the man thought of everything — on our backs and set off.
It’s a short path. Even though it’s getting darker, it doesn’t take us long to get where we’re going. By the time we get to a clearing with a small cabin, it’s already dark.
As we enter the cabin, I notice a large blanket draped over something on the floor. “What’s that?"
It’s not the only thing I notice. The cabin has a rustic feel, but it’s not old. With newer furniture and fixtures. I’m assuming there’s a coffee table under the blanket, but I cannot be sure.
“That’s a surprise for later. When we’re relaxing with brownies.” He slings an arm around my waist. “First. We shower.”
“Are you saying I stink?”
“You smell heavenly.” He grabs my hand and drags me through the cabin into the only bedroom. “But I want to clean you up so I can get you all dirty again.”
The bedroom is much like the rest of the cabin. A large king-sized bed takes up most of the space along with two side tables, a dresser and a small wardrobe. He pulls me through another door and into the bathroom. It still has that rustic feel, but it’s mostly a facade. It has a walk-in shower stall with a single glass wall and wide rain-shower head. His and hers sinks on one wall
