Page 75 of Born to be Bad

“You’re pregnant?” My voice sounds loud in the silent room and oddly strangled.

“Liam says you have super sperm that smacked down my birth control,” Tig says quietly, looking uncomfortable under all the scrutiny. I cross the room, dropping to my knees near her feet, turning to glare at the lads.

“Everyone, get the feck out!”

They all beat a hasty retreat, Paddy snapping the door shut behind them.

I reach out hesitantly, placing my hand on her thigh. She’s so quiet and controlled. Fuck, she was on birth control. Does she even want to have a fucking baby?

“Tig?” I speak softly, not wanting to spook her.

She blinks, turning her eyes to me, and I feel like she’s kicked me in the fucking gut, her eyes swimming with tears.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m on birth control. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

It doesn’t feel like there’s enough air in the room.

“It’s going to be okay, Tig.”

I force a smile, keeping my hand on her thigh and reaching over with the other one to grip her hand where it lies on the sofa. My eyes dip to her stomach, and despite her shock and sadness, I feel a surge of happiness. I’m going to be a father. My child is going to grow in Tig’s belly. Fuck, I like the sound of that.

My eyes move back up to hers, where she is watching me carefully. I swallow roughly, realizing my face must give away how I feel.

“You want this baby?” she whispers, sounding shocked. I search for the right words.

“It wasn’t planned, but you’re going to be a great mammy, Tig.”

She blinks slowly at me, repeating herself. “You’re….” She pauses, searching for the right word, “happyabout this?”

I can’t help it. A smile bigger than the fucking sun breaks over my face.

“Fuck yeah, I’m happy about this, Tig.”

She blinks rapidly. “Oh, thank God!” she breathes, burying her face in her hands and sobbing.

In an instant, I’m on the sofa beside her, tugging her into my arms as I pepper her face with kisses.

“You’re happy with this?”

I hold my breath for her response.

“Yes,” she manages through her sobs. “Especially because you are. I thought….” She swallows, attempting to get her tears under control. “I thought you would be upset.”

“Fuck that,” I snort, kissing her deeply, sliding a hand down to cover her stomach.

Liam’s words come back to me, and I freeze, my fingers splayed over her shirt.

“No more shooting people in the face,” I tell her sternly. She stares at me for a moment, letting out a strangled laugh. “I’m serious, Tig,” I snap. “It’s not good for the baby.”

“I’ll do my best to avoid it,” she tells me drily, giggling again.

I lift her into my lap and cuddle her close, burying my face in her hair.

“I can’t believe that you were pregnant in that warehouse,” I breathe, terror washing over me. “I can’t believe someone shot my pregnant wife. Fuck. He’s lucky he’s dead because otherwise, I’d track him down and cut him into pieces while he was still alive.”

“Oh, becausethatwould be good for the baby,” Tig snorts into my neck.

“I’m not the pregnant one.” I splay my hand across her stomach again, staring at it eagerly. When I look up, Tig’s watching my face, happiness shining through hers.

“I love you so much, Seamus,” she murmurs, kissing me again.

“Is tú mo shaol ar fad,”I tell her simply.You are my whole world.

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