Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“I trust Carly. And I would have to wait longer to see someone new. I can’t wait that long.”
“Is that because you’re past the point of…” Saylor left the rest of her question unsaid.
Truthfully, she didn’t need to say it. Tessa knew exactly what she was asking. “I’m not exactly sure if I am or not. But even if I am or… if we decide to keep this baby, I’ve been spotting.”
“Did that start after the crash?”
Tessa shook her head. “It’s nothing out of the ordinary for me. That’s why I was shocked when the ER doctor told me I was pregnant. My period has never been normal.”
“Okay, so maybe it’ll be nothing then.”
“Maybe,” Tessa murmured.
“But wait… Then why did you wait so long to get an appointment with Carly? The crash was a week ago.”
“Tomorrow morning was the first one I could get. Her office said she’s been slammed.”
“Did you mention you’ve been spotting?”
Tessa nodded. “They instructed me to immediately go to the ER if it got any worse.”
“What if the spotting means you’re losing the baby?” Saylor asked.
“Then this baby’s not meant to be. It could be that spotting is normal even when I’m pregnant. I don’t know. I hope to find out tomorrow. So… Will you go with me?”
Tessa didn’t want to go alone. She didn’t want to face any of what was happening by herself. But she couldn’t tell Easy. Not yet.
Plus, she wasn’t sure how he’d react. Whether he’d be pissed or excited.
She would tell him after his date with The Punisher, if Carly thought Tessa wasn’t miscarrying. Then they could decide the baby’s fate from there.
She wouldn’t cut him out of any decisions since Tessa didn’t get pregnant alone. It was only fair that he had a say. She also wanted to handle this situation right, unlike how Tammy fucked over Tessa’s father by being deceptive.
Trip didn’t want to be like Buck. Tessa didn’t want to be like Tammy. Both were good examples of what not to do as a parent.
Saylor nodded. “Of course I’ll go with you. Whatever you need from me, I’ll be there for you. You’re my sister no matter what our DNA says.”
Tessa blew out a breath and decided to confess, “I’m scared.”
“Yeah,” Saylor breathed. “I would be, too. You’re lucky you didn’t lose the baby during the crash. At least now you can make the decision yourself instead of it being made for you.”
Was it luck or fate?
Would it have been better if she had? To some extent it would make her life easier. In another… If she had lost it and Easy found out? She heard he’d been beating himself up over her getting injured in the crash as it was…
He might be devastated if she had lost his baby, too, and blamed himself.
Or… She could be completely wrong and he might be relieved.
She knew Easy had no intentions of being a father at this point in his life. But then, neither had Cage. And Cage was now one of the best fathers she knew. He could’ve put Dyna up for adoption or he could’ve dropped her off at a fire station. He didn’t. He stepped up when he could’ve easily stepped out.
He wasn’t the only one.
Sig just took on three children under five. Shade took on Jude, even though they still pretended that Jude was Shade’s biological son. Dodge didn’t hesitate to step in as Maya’s father, either.
Tessa had no doubt Gabi would find a place, too.
One of the best things about the current Fury was no child had ever been discarded or unwanted. Unlike with the Originals.
“Do better. Be better,” was Trip’s goal and he was succeeding.
She’d been trying to follow that mantra, too, but it kept getting derailed.
“I’m glad Judge put up that swing for the new baby,” Tessa murmured, staring across the yard to watch Daisy pushing Dyna over and over.
It was probably time to give Dyna a break. Especially since Daisy was pushing her higher than Tessa was comfortable with.
“Daisy, can you bring Dyna here?” Tessa called out.
Judge and Cassie’s daughter screamed, “Yes!” from across the yard.
“That girl…” Saylor said under her breath. “I swear she doesn’t have a damn filter or a volume control.”
Neither of them said a word while they watched the eight-year-old carefully extract Dyna from the swing designed specifically for toddlers, hold her hand and slowly escort her across the small yard to the gazebo.
“I think she needs a nap,” Daisy announced when she got there.
“Tessie! Me ti-werd.”
“You’re tired, Monkey?” Tessa asked Dyna.
The toddler nodded.
“I figured you were.” Tessa patted her lap and helped her up onto it. “How about you take a little nap while I finish talking to Aunt Saylor?”
Dyna nodded again. “Me nap.” She turned drooping dark brown eyes to Saylor. “Say. Say.”
“Look at you, Monkey, speaking like a big girl! Soon you’ll be fluent in a couple of different languages.”