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Sarah takes my hand again, and this time I let her.
“That’s a good thing to want,” she says. “He is a damn lucky man. And if he doesn’t realize it, I will smack him over the head myself.”
I give a watery laugh.
Then she spots something over my shoulder and her eyes widen. “Oh.”
“What?”
“Speaking of that grump you’re in love with,” she says. She nods over my shoulder.
I turn over my shoulder and spot Luke striding toward us. My heart leaps at the sight of him, until I spot his face.
It’s as cool and impenetrable as ice. At least until our eyes lock, and pain flashes in his eyes.
Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.
Sarah waves him over with a bright smile. “Hey, Luke! We’re celebrating. Hazel just finished the first draft of your book. You should join us—”
Luke takes something out of his pocket and lays it on the table beside me.
It’s my pregnancy test.
My heart tumbles in my chest.
Sarah clears her throat. “Well. That’s my cue. Sounds like you need to talk.” Sarah collects her things and stands. Then she pokes Luke’s chest. “By the way, if you don’t do the right thing here, I will beat you up.”
Luke’s whole body is tense as he stares at me. I don’t think he even registers what Sarah says.
Behind Luke’s back, Sarah gives me a worried smile and a thumbs up. Then she turns and leaves.
I’m about to tell Luke we should go have this conversation somewhere private, but he wordlessly takes Sarah’s chair.
“Breadstick?” I ask, my voice squeaking.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Luke asks. “Do you not want it?”
“Of course I want it,” I say.
Luke’s shoulders relax infinitesimally. “Ok. Good.”
Good?He wants our baby?
Something like hope flickers to life in my chest.
“I wanted to tell you,” I say. “I just needed time to figure out how it was going to affect my life first.”
“What’s to figure out?” Luke asks. “We stay married and raise the kid together. Obviously.”
I can’t believe my ears.
He’s saying exactly what I need to hear.
So why doesn’t he look happier about it.
“Really?” I ask. I reach across the table and take his hand. “That’s what you want?”
“Of course,” Luke says. “It’s better for the baby if we’re married, raising it together. And it’s better for you. I can support you until your novelist career takes off. Or if you’d rather be a full-time mom for a while, I can support that too.”
