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She’s having a baby.

She’s having my baby.

Holy shit.

I stare at the plastic stick like it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.

I’m going to be a dad.

The thought should terrify me.

Maybe it does a little. Or a lot. But underneath all that fear is something bigger. Joy. Happiness. Wonder.

Is this how I imagined starting a family?

Not exactly.

But we’ll make it work. It won’t all be easy. I’m sure we’ll have quite a few ups and downs along the way, especially since this wasn’t exactly planned. But I’ll be there for Wynter. And our baby.

“What are you doing?”

I jerk my gaze up, momentarily disoriented.

Then my eyes fall on Wynter as she stands in the doorway, a robe covering her body.

And her stare is trained on the pregnancy test in my hand.

CHAPTER THIRTY

WYNTER

“Answer me.”

My voice cracks through the room like a whip.

Joshua doesn’t immediately respond. Just stands in the middle of my bathroom, completely naked, a pregnancy test clutched in his hand.

My pregnancy test.

The one I’d shoved into the trash hours ago.

I’d been so consumed by everything else — my conversation with Wyatt, the pregnancy, the uncertainty — that I’d forgotten about the test sitting in my wastebasket. It didn’t even cross my mind Joshua might find it. Why would he? I had no intention of inviting him over. Hell, I had no intention of even seeing him tonight. Not after learning I’m pregnant.

But he had other plans.

“Were you digging through my trash?” I spit out, my tone full of accusation.

“No.” His brows pull together. “I mean, technically, yes. But…” He glances down at the test before returning his eyes to mine. “You’re pregnant?”

I don’t say anything right away, trying to figure out the best way to handle this. What to tell him to soften the blow.

But I don’t think there is a way to break it to him gently.

Instead, the best thing is for me to be honest with him and hope he’ll understand.

“I am.” I tug the belt on my robe tighter, pulling the collar higher on my neck to cover any exposed skin. “I’m sorry, Joshua. I didn’t mean⁠—”

“What are you sorry for? This is great!” In one swift move, he drops the test and scoops me into his arms, spinning me around.