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“What?” I stared at it, shaking my head. “I don’t need that.” As if my body knew something I didn’t, my hand went to my belly and a brief wave of nausea washed over me.
Connor laughed and nodded toward the bathroom. “Yeah, after you puke, take the damn test. You know I’m right.”
Connor and I had become close over the past few weeks, and it was nice to have a real friend in the house. Someone to hang out with when Andro was at work. We hung out in the suite a lot. Andro was fine with Connor being in there, but under no circumstances were any other alphas to be in there with us.
I’d never really had friends growing up. My brothers did a good job of humiliating me at school, so no one really wanted to be around me, afraid they’d get caught up in the Santoro brothers’ drama.
And as an adult, not much had changed until I became a Ferrini.
When I felt another burst of saliva fill my mouth, I made a run for it, heading straight to the toilet to empty my stomach while still clutching the test in my hand.
Knowing I couldn’t keep my head in the sand any longer, I peed on the stick and watched as the word instantly appeared.
Pregnant.
We’d only been together for a handful of weeks, and yet there it was, staring me in the face.
“Told you.” Connor was suddenly beside me, staring down at the stick with a smug expression. “How do you feel about it?”
“I don’t know.” I shuffled back into the sitting room and dropped into a chair. “Do you think he’ll be mad?”
“Mad?” Connor actually laughed. Not just a scoff or a chuckle. He threw his head back, kicked up his legs, and laughed. “Are you kidding? Alphas don’t get mad about knocking up an omega. Especially not their own. They love that shit. He’s gonna feel all virile and proud. Don’t worry about him. I want to know how you feel.”
How did I feel? Deep inside, I was so happy. I wanted Andro’s baby more than anything in the world. But until I knew he was okay with it, I wouldn’t be able to relax. “I’m happy but nervous. It was so fast.”
“It only takes one time.” Connor’s phone buzzed in his pocket, so he pulled it out and read his message. “Oh, they’re on their way home. Louie wants me to get ready for him. I’ve gotta go, but congrats. I’m happy if you’re happy.”
He gave me a quick hug and then disappeared from my room, leaving me to stew in my fears until Andro walked through the door twenty minutes later.
“You okay?” He was about to kick off his shoes when he saw me and rushed to my side. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
I smiled and tried not to burst into tears. “I look that bad, huh?”
“You look gorgeous.” He kissed the side of my head. “But you look upset. What’s going on?”
“Hormones!” I cried. My tears kept coming now, and I was getting his shirt wet.
He coughed and shifted his weight. “Is this, um… some omega thing I don’t know about? Do I need to call for a doctor? I don’t have a lot of experience caring for omegas. Jeremiah was sent to school and raised by nannies, so I never talked with him about any of this.”
“It’s not that. Not really.”
Andro put two fingers under my chin and lifted my face until I was looking at him. “If you don’t tell me what it is, I can’t help, Joey. Just talk to me.”
“I’m pregnant,” I whispered.
His face grew white and lost all expression. Over the weeks of our marriage, I’d gotten quite skilled at reading his emotions. When he was angry, his jaw tightened in a way that showed a vein just near his hairline. When he was happy, his eyes had a sheen to them that reminded me of twinkling stars. This, right now, I couldn’t read.
“Andro. Did you hear me?”
I was met with silence.
Panic welled in my chest, and I put a protective hand over my stomach. “If you don’t–”
“A baby?” he said. “We’re going to be fathers? You’re sure?”
I nodded. “Connor gave me a test just this afternoon. I’ve been feeling tired and nauseated. I haven’t seen the physician yet, so I could be wrong, but I don’t think I am. I feel it. I know I’m pregnant.”
Andro’s hand covered mine on top of my flat stomach. It wouldn’t be like that for long. We only had a matter of weeks before I’d begin to show. I carried the next heir to the Ferrini family business inside me. “Are you mad?”
