Page 89 of Blind Date
Chapter Thirty-Six
Samantha
I heard the front door open and swallowed hard. I wasn’t sure how his reaction would be to the news, and I braced myself.
“You sure are a sight for sore eyes.” Wes stepped into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me.
“Bad day?” I asked, hugging him tightly.
“Yeah. Everything that could go wrong, did.”
Great. Now I was about to make his bad day even worse.
“How was your day?” he asked, walking into the living room and pouring a drink. I followed behind.
“Oh, interesting.”
“Oh yeah?” he smiled. “What happened that was so interesting?”
I reached inside my sweater pocket, pulled out the stick, and handed it to him. He looked at it, turned it upside down, then right side up. I stood there with furrowed brows.
“What isthis?” he asked.
“Seriously? It’s a pregnancy test,” I said.
“Right. It appears to be. Why are there two lines?”
“Are you being serious right now?” I nervously laughed.
“I’ve never been more serious in my life.” He stared at me.
“It means I’m pregnant.”
“We’re having a baby?” His eyes widened as the color drained from his face. Maybe Zoey was right. Wes was going to pass out.
“It looks that way.”
He quickly dropped to the couch.
“Are you okay?” I frowned.
“I don’t know. You handed me a tiny plastic stick and changed my entire life.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I was hoping for a slightly more romantic reaction.”
“We’re having a baby.” A wide grin spread across his face for the shock must have worn off.
“We are.” I smiled.
He stood from the couch and paced around the room. “Okay. Okay.”
“What do you mean by ‘okay’?”
He ran his hand through his hair. “We need a doctor, a crib, maybe even a bigger car. Yes, we’ll have to get rid of the Bentley. I’ll get on that first thing tomorrow.”
“Wes.” I grabbed his hands. “Breathe.”
He took in a couple of deep breaths, dropped to his knees, and rested his hands on my belly.
