Savor You (Fusion #5)(60)

“You’re pregnant, Mia. We’ll do an ultrasound to figure out exactly how far along you are, but I would guess between eight and ten weeks based on your last period.”

“This can’t be right.” I shake my head and feel my cheeks flush. “I have a history of a false-positive pregnancy test. Maybe you should recheck.”

“The blood test was positive,” she replies. “I take it this isn’t a planned pregnancy.”

“No.” I swallow hard. “No, it’s not planned. We always use condoms.”

“Are you sure?”

I scowl at her. “Of course I’m sure. I’m there, aren’t I?”

“Well, even if you do use them every time without forgetting, they’re only ninety-seven percent effective.” She shrugs. “You seem to fall in that three percent.”

“Lucky me.” My voice is quiet and weak.

“I’m going to have my nurse wheel in the ultrasound machine, and we can take a quick look to see how far along you are. Unless you want to call the father so he can see it, too.”

I stare at her as if she’s just birthed a giraffe. “He doesn’t even know yet. I don’t think I’ll call him and ask him to meet me here just so I can surprise him with a baby on the screen.”

She nods and leaves for a moment. Within ten minutes, I’m in the stirrups with the lights out and have a wand stuck up my vagina. “That flutter is the heartbeat,” she says, pointing to the screen.

“It’s so little.”

“Just about the size of a grain of sand,” she says with a nod. “Everything looks good, and I’d estimate you’re right at about ten weeks.”

So, I pretty much got pregnant as soon as he and I hooked up.

I’m just a regular overachiever.

“But I’ve had periods,” I say, confused. “I had a regular period and a spotty period.”

“That can happen,” she says with a nod. “It could be that you ovulated right after that first period, or you just had bleeding and didn’t know. I’ve had patients who had periods their entire pregnancy. It’s not unheard of.”

“Huh.”

After I’m cleaned up, have checked out, and am in my car, I sit and give myself permission to have a quick little freak-out session.

“What the fuck?” I stare at myself in the mirror. “I’m pregnant.”

My heartbeat picks up, and my palms are suddenly sweaty. I pull the photo from the ultrasound out of my purse and stare at it.

“You’re quite the surprise,” I whisper.

Should I panic? Should I be upset? I don’t even know. At least now I do know that Camden loves me, and that we’re doing so great together. But that’s also the bad thing. We’re just relearning each other and getting used to being together.

Now I’m going to throw a baby into the mix? What if he doesn’t want kids? What if he doesn’t want me?

I scowl at myself and shake my head. “Don’t go there. He just spent a ton of time proving to you that he does want you. Wanting you isn’t an issue.”

Now I’m talking to myself in the third person.

Stop that. Just go home and tell him. He’s coming up with some new recipes for the show, so you know he’s home. Stop at the store and get him a card or, I don’t know, a freaking bouquet of flowers or something, and tell him that he’s going to be a daddy.

And pray that he doesn’t run away screaming.

That thought actually makes me laugh. He’s not going to do that. He’s a good man, and even if we don’t end up together forever, he’ll be a great dad.

I nod and turn the car on, impressed that I’m so calm about this.

Then again, I’ve been here before. He didn’t freak out last time. He married me for crying out loud.

I call Camden, using the hands-free option on my car.

“Hi, beautiful,” he says in greeting, making me smile.

“Hi there. How’s it going?”

“Pretty well. I think I have the Italian episode figured out.”

“Oh, that sounds so good. Can we practice that one tonight?”

“If you like,” he replies. I can hear the smile in his voice. “What’s up?”

“Well, I’m on my way home, and I wanted to make sure you’re going to be there when I get there.”

“I should be. I don’t have plans to leave.”

“Great.”

“Why?”

“I have something to tell you, but I want to do it in person.”

“You can just tell me.”

I laugh. “No, I can’t. I want to tell you in person. Who’s impatient now?”

He laughs. “Okay. I can wait.”

“I have one errand to run, and then I’ll be home. And don’t worry. Just remember I love you, and everything’s fine. I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too, babe.”

He hangs up and I turn into the Target parking lot. I want to get him a present, but I have no idea what. So, I spend ten minutes on Pinterest, trying to find the best way to tell him. I can’t decide, so I just go inside and walk through the baby section, getting kind of mushy and excited. I wish I could tell one of the girls and ask them for help, but I’d better tell him first.