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“No.” I turn my head sideways and look at her. Despite the fact she looks so worried, she manages to smile back at me warmly.
“I’ve gotta leave all that behind me now. Focus on my future. I wanna make this work.” I slip my fingers between hers and take hold of her hand. “I should have told ya that last night instead of letting you storm outta here, but I was tryin’ to give ya some space. Ads, you were right, I’m gonna speak to my mom, tell her the tru—”
“I’m pregnant.” The words come spewing from her mouth and shock me speechless.
“I wasn’t supposed to tell you like that. I wasn’t gonna tell you at all. I mean… of course I was gonna tell you, just not tonight. Not after what happened—”
My finger lifts to press over her lips and stop her from rambling before I take in what she just said.
“What did you just say?” I feel my forehead crease and my pulse quicken.
“Skid, I’m sorry. I couldn’t keep it in anymore it felt like I—” She mumbles against my finger.
“Say it again,” I interrupt her for a second time before releasing her lips.
“I’m pregnant,” she repeats, looking really afraid.
“You sure about that?” I ask, wondering how long she’s known about this.
“I’m sure, I took three tests over at Rogue’s place last night.”
“You spoke to Rogue about this?” I sit up a little straighter and slide a hand through my hair.
“I didn’t want to worry you, not unless there was something to worry about.” She shrugs. “Which it turns out there is…” Her lips pick up into an awkward smile. “I get that the timing is awful and that it’s fast… real fast.” She blows out a breath and when the overwhelming urge I get to kiss her takes over, I slide my arm around her waist and lift her onto my lap. Holding her cheeks between my palms, I pull her lips onto mine and kiss the hell out of ‘em.
“Skid.” She eventually pushes me away, her expression now far more shocked than scared. “We need to talk about this. Aren’t you mad?”
“Yeah, I’m mad… mad ya didn’t tell me sooner.” I move one of my hands around her back and push my fingers under the shirt she's wearing, so my fingertips can brush up her spine.
“You're drunk, I should have waited until you were sober.”
“Trust me, darlin’, I’m very fuckin’ sober,” I assure her.
Addison’s right about one thing, this is fast, and it is real bad timing, but that don’t mean I ain’t happy about it. I’ve wanted to be a dad for as long as I can remember. The whole time I was watching Addison grow Charlie inside her, I was too grief-stricken and too ashamed to admit to myself that I wished he was mine. But now, the thought of her carrying my kid makes all the shit going on around us seem irrelevant, it also makes me feel a little feral.
“I’m scared,” she admits, her lips trembling like she’s about to burst into tears. “I’m scared you're gonna freak out again, and this time I can’t have you do that.” I hate that all her apprehension stems from my actions.
“Hey, listen to me. That ain’t gonna happen. This is different. I’m a different person to who I was back then. I was confused, I found you, and I felt what we have right now, but it was too soon for me.”
“And now?” She looks so vulnerable.
“Now, I’m ready, Addison. I ain’t ever gonna freak out on ya ever again.” I trail my finger along the waistband of her jeans before popping open the top button and slipping my hand inside them so I can frame her stomach with the arch of my hand. It’s crazy to think there’s a little part of me inside her. It makes me wanna wrap her up in cotton wool and keep her hidden. It also gets my cock fuckin’ hard.
“You have to trust me. Trust that I’m gonna take care of ya. All of you,” I promise, looking up from my hand and into her big, tear-filled eyes.
“You're not scared?” She bites her lip and fidgets nervously.
“Not even a little bit.” I shake my head. “All I’m feelin’ right now is fuckin’ grateful.”
“Don’t you have questions? We’re both adults, Skid, how did we let this happen?”
“There’s only one important question, darlin’.” I lift my hand up to stroke her cheek.
“And what’s that?” She stares down at me with a curious smile on her face.
“Where are we gonna raise our kids? Here, or back at your place?” She lets out a sigh of relief and laughs at the same time.
“Skid, I really don’t care.” She leans forward, resting her head in the crook of my shoulder, and as I wrap my arms around her body, I suddenly become very cautious of crushing her.
