My eyes hold his and I snatch it from him. “It’s negative, don’t give me that hopeful look. You are going to be disappointed. See, this is why I didn’t tell you. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
He kisses me gently. “You could never disappoint me.”
“W-we are not ready to be parents,” I stammer.
“Why not?”
“I got hopelessly drunk last night. You are suing people and all the aunties and uncles are totally out of fucking control. Bridget is cat fighting and Cameron’s a Dr. Deviant. Adrian’s attracting weirdos.” I throw my hands in the air in defeat. “Who was I kidding? No way can I be a parent.”
“We are all normal,” he whispers against my lips.
“We are crazy,” I murmur in a panic.
He kisses me gently. “I love our crazy.” His lips linger on mine. “I need our crazy.”
I melt a little and walk to our bathroom. Joshua follows me.
“Wait outside,” I tell him quietly. God, he’s not watching me pee on a stick. No way in Hell. It’s humiliating enough to have to watch myself.
He frowns and nods. “Fine.”
I pee on my stick and then walk out and find him reading the instructions with intense concentration.
“Here.” I hand it to him.
He bites his lip as he tries to contain his smile, taking it from me. He begins to watch it as I pace at the end of the bed and shake my hands.
My heartbeat is racing and my eyes keep looking up to find him. For the longest five minutes in history he sits still, focused on our stick.
I watch in slow motion a huge smile spreads across his face.
I frown. “What?” I whisper almost afraid of the answer. “What does it say?”
He stands and then bends and kisses me. “Baby Stanton is in the house.”
My eyes widen.
Dear, God.
Joshua.
I smile as I stand in the elevator on my way up to my office. In fact, I have been smiling since Saturday morning at eleven o’clock. Even when I try to wipe the smile from my face, it just won’t go. I am completely consumed with emotion and never have I been so fucking in love with my girl.
Natasha doesn’t want to tell anyone until she’s at twelve weeks. Apparently that’s standard practice.
How do you keep a secret like this? It’s impossible.
The doors open and I exit into the corridor.
“Girls.” I smile as I walk past reception.
“Hello, Mr. Stanton,” they all call as their eyes linger on me.
I walk straight into Adrian’s office. He’s on the phone, facing the window, but he spins in his chair to look at me as I enter.
I smile broadly and he frowns in question.
“Who’s that?” I mouth.
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “Yes, I understand your point of view and I will take it up with Human Resources.”
I smirk. A disgruntled employee, no doubt.
He listens again and raises his eyes to the ceiling in frustration.
I sit on his desk and buzz Tiffany. “Tiffany, could you please bring in Adrian’s and my coffee, plus a cappuccino, to his office, please?”
“Yes, sir,” her polite voice answers.