Page 70 of Unruly

She waved it off. “It’s nothing. I think I’m catching a bit of that flu going around. All this stress is starting to get to me.”

“Do you want to take a break, Catty? A mental health break is good for you, and shit, it’s good for me, too.”

She laughed. “As soon as I get some things figured out.”

“How did that meeting go with Miguel the other day?”

Catherine looked at the small calendar taped to the left, lower corner of the vanity mirror. It was the first time she realized that it was already February first.

Jesus, wake up, Catherine.

“It went … okay.” Catherine shrugged. “We figured out some new options to try for the whole competition issue and whatnot.”

Catherine’s gaze darted to her husband’s in the mirror. Then, she saw what he was holding in his hand down at his side.

Oh.

Well …

Cross held out the small package to her. “I had one of the enforcers pick it up when he brought our coffees this morning. Some things were starting to add up.”

Catherine eyed the pregnancy test again. “Things like what?”

“Your mood.”

“Cross.”

He gave her a pointed look. “Trust me, your mood has been a little wild.”

“That all?”

“You puked twice this week and blamed it on a non-existent flu.”

“I’m not sure I have the time to be pregnant right now with everything else I have going on, Cross.”

“So you opted to ignore it?”

Catherine glared at him. “No. I didn’t even consider that I was pregnant until just now.”

Cross urged her to take the box again. “Hey, maybe you aren’t.”

She didn’t need to actually take the test now that he brought it to her attention. Her period was three days late when she considered it. They hadn’t been preventing anything since way back during the Italy trip.

It was bound to happen.

Still, Catherine snatched the test, drifted into their connecting bathroom, and did her business. Three minutes later, she slid a positive pregnancy test into Cross’s waiting hand. He smiled down at the little plus sign blinking up at him.

“Worried?” he asked her.

Catherine answered honestly. “No, not at all.”

“No?”

She kissed his cheek, lingering there for a while before she said, “Gives me a bit of motivation to finish all this nonsense out, Cross. There’s no way I’m going to be handling all these problems with a new baby on my hip, too.”

He chuckled. “I love you, Catty.”

She smiled. “Promise?”