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Mortified at being caught, I say the first thing I can think of. “There was a hair in it.”
Dom raises a brow. “Do you want me to get you a fresh mug?”
I shake my head, hoping the color in my cheeks can be played off from him scaring me and not from me freaking out about the possibility of being fucking pregnant.
Looking at him, I admit to myself that the idea isn’t as terrifying as it should be. And not just because he looks incredibly handsome in his black pants and white shirt. And not because his eyes are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. And not because of my name inked across his neck.
It’s just him.
He’s a good man.
A good husband.
“Do you want—” My inner voice starts speaking, about to ask him if he wants kids, but I cut myself off. “Are we exchanging Christmas presents?”
He narrows his eyes slightly, like he knows I was going to say something else. “You don’t have to get me anything, Shorty.”
I banish all thoughts of babies from my mind. “Are you getting me something?”
His mouth pulls into a smirk. “I’m not telling you what your present is.”
“So you did get me something?”Other than pregnant.
I shake my head. I need to stop thinking about this.
I’m not fucking pregnant. I’m just late.
“Finish getting ready. You sure you don’t want more?” Dom gestures to my mug in his hand.
“I’m sure,” I murmur, noticing a line of discoloration across the top of Dominic’s fingers that looks like a bruise.
He sees me looking but doesn’t say anything about it, just dips his chin and tells me, “One hour.”
I watch him walk out of the bathroom, waiting until the door clicks shut behind him before I turn back to the counter.
One hour is not enough time to deal with all this, so I zip up the doctor’s bag and shove it back into the cupboard. I need to finish getting ready.
And I’m not pregnant.
CHAPTER68
Dom
I move downthe stairs ahead of Valentine, then offer her a hand down from the plane.
I know she doesn’t love flying, but she’s been acting extra stressed out all day. And when she wobbles a little on the last step, I grip her hand tighter.
“You alright?” True concern tinges my voice.
Val nods her head.
“Valentine.”
She sighs. “I’m a little nervous.”
I place a hand on her back, guiding her toward the big SUV that Rob is already loading our bags into. “No one knows we’re here. And even if they did, they won’t be able to track us to the cabin,” I tell her, assuming she’s talking about the guys who are trying to kill me.
“Oh, um, it’s not that.” She blinks up at me. “But now that you’ve mentioned it…”
