Page 110 of Penny & Royce

Her vision blurred.

Normally, she was so good about keeping track of her cycle. But the last couple of weeks had been hard. Occasionally, stress made her late, which was probably why she hadn’t thought much of it.

Penny pressed her fingers to her temples.

Not good.

So not good.

Then it hit her.

The day of their impromptu wedding, she’d been on edge. She’d been so nervous that she’d thrown up more than a couple times. She hadn’t been thinking clearly about anything that night—not the timing, not the possibility, not what could happen afterward.

She gasped, then lifted her head to stare at the two women seated across from her.

There was a nervous energy in the room now, and it was too late for her to brush off the question.

They all knew it was a possibility.

Penny might be pregnant.

She might be carrying Royce’s child.

Two families at war with each other, linked by an innocent life growing inside her.

Morgan got to her feet. “I’ll go get you a test.”

“What? No, you don’t have to do that—” Penny could hear the pleading in her voice. She wasn’t ready for this. Sure, she wanted children, but not this way.

It’s too late for that, a quiet voice murmured in the stillness of her mind.

Morgan paused at the door and looked back. “I’m not trying to push you. But you need to know, Penny.”

And she did. There was no getting around that fact.