The Proposition (The Proposition #1)(38)

“Beau, you old cockblocker! Get down!” Aidan cried.

Emma fell over on the bed giggling. Between Aidan’s comment and Beau’s antics, she could barely catch her breath. Beau began licking her face, and she had to push him away. “No, boy, stop,” she gasped.

“Get down!” Aidan cried, trying to grab Beau’s collar.

When Beau was successfully off the bed, Emma turned to Aidan. “What’s going to happen to him while you’re gone?”

Aidan shrugged. “Even though he hates staying overnight, I guess I’ll board him at his Doggy Daycare.”

Emma glanced over the side of the bed at Beau. He proceeded to give her the saddest hound dog face he could muster. “Aw, poor baby.” She turned to Aidan and smiled. “I could keep him for you.”

Aidan grunted. “What the hell would possess you to want to do that?”

“Because I love him, and I hate to think of him being unhappy for two to four weeks.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Emma nodded. “Don’t you trust me with your dog?”

He laughed. “Of course I do. And if you really want to put up with his smelly ass for two to four weeks, he’s yours.”

She peered over the side of the bed again. “Did you hear that boy? You’re going to come and stay with me while Daddy goes to India.”

Beau thumped his tail appreciatively while Aidan snickered. “I can’t believe you just called me Beau’s Daddy.”

She gave him a wicked grin as she trailed her fingers up his thigh and then took his slackened c**k in her hand. “Would you rather me call you Big Daddy?”

He licked his lips in anticipation. “Oh yeah, that’s good.”

“Which part? Me stroking you like this or calling you Big Daddy?” she teased.

“Mmm, both,” he replied.

Once she had worked him to full mast, she guided him to her already wet core. Emma grinned at Aidan. “Okay then, Big Daddy, let’s try once more to make a baby.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Emma gnawed on her already frayed nails. Sitting on the bathroom countertop, her legs swung back and forth. Her whole body hummed with nervous energy. She drew in a frantic breath, trying to calm her out of control emotions, but nothing short of a margarita the size of a fishbowl would help at the moment.

She cut her gaze over where Casey lounged on the settee, eyeing three different pregnancy test sticks. “How long has it been?” Emma squeaked.

Casey groaned. “About five f**king seconds since the last time you asked! Jesus, Em, you’re going to give me a stroke!”

“I’m sorry. It feels like an eternity since I peed on those freakin’ sticks. I’m losing my mind.”

Someone started in the bathroom, and Casey leapt up, bracing herself against the door. “Sorry, it’s out of order. Try the one down the hall.”

The person grumbled, but then backed off. Emma widened her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re bogarting the bathroom for my pregnancy test!”

“Do you want a strange chick taking a whizz in the middle of your big moment?”

Nervous laughter bubbled out of Emma. “No, I guess not. But we don’t know if it’s going to be a big moment or not.”

Casey grinned. “You’re a week late this time, Em. And don’t forget that Aidan took extra care of his swimmers. I think the odds are in your favor this second time around!”

“As much as I want it to be, I have a feeling Aidan will be a little disappointed at no more baby-making sessions, especially since he’s storing up his energy while he’s out of the country.”

“Who says it has to end?”

Emma’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Because the purpose will be over then…I’ll be pregnant.”

“Yeah and keeping him coming back for more just might land you something you never bargained for.”

“And what’s that?”

Casey gave her a knowing smile. “A husband.”

The room spun around her, sending Emma’s head slamming back against the mirror. She brought her hand to her forehead to still the maddening spinning. “Don’t say things like that to me when I’m already about to explode.” When Casey didn’t reply, Emma opened her eyes. “What is it?”

“They’re starting to change colors!”

Emma sucked in a breath before leaning forward on the bathroom counter. “And?”

“Holy shit, one has two lines and the others say ‘Yes’!”

Falling off the counter onto the tiled floor, Emma staggered over to Casey and grabbed her by the shoulders. Bewildered, she asked, “But…so does that mean…?”

Tears sparkled in Casey’s eyes. “It means you’re pregnant!”

“Are you sure? You didn’t read the boxes wrong or something?”

“No, I’m positive, and the tests are positive!”

Emma froze as her body desperately tried processing her emotions. They ricocheted through her at warped speed causing her body to tremble. She couldn’t blink, least of all draw breath. All the painful years after Travis’s and her mother’s deaths she had spent hoping, praying, and longing for a child converged on this one moment. It was physically and emotionally overwhelming. Pregnant…she was actually pregnant.