God, I love him so much, and this is going to change everything about our relationship. I don’t know if I’m ready for that.

“This sucks,” I whisper.

“Okay, last chance, Isabella. I went to get my tools, and I’m about to dismantle this door.”

I hear the drill start, and he starts to pull out screws from the hinges.

Finally, I walk over, stick in hand, and unlock the door before he yanks it off.

I pull it open and close my eyes.

But Keegan just wraps his strong arms around me and rocks me back and forth.

“Talk to me, love. There’s nothing going on here that we can’t figure out. What’s wrong?”

I don’t speak. I don’t pull away. I just wiggle my arm out and raise my hand above my head.

“Is that what I think it is?”

I nod.

“Izzy, it’s positive.”

“I know,” I mumble against his chest.

He picks me up and sits on the couch with me in his lap. “Look at me.”

With his finger under my chin, he tips my face up to look at him.

“I know it’s so early,” I say, suddenly unable to keep the words inside. “And unexpected. Trust me, this was not my plan. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to trap you into staying with me with an anchor baby or anything because I would never do that.”

“What in the bleeding hell is an anchor baby?” he asks and brushes my hair over my ear. “Do I look upset to you, Isabella?”

I stop talking and swallow hard, taking in his handsome face. “No.”

“There’s going to be a lot to think about,” he says.

“I know, I just started my new job a couple of weeks ago, and—”

“This isn’t 1968, Isabella. They can’t fire you because you got pregnant. You can work for as long as you want.”

“It’s just a lot to take in. And I ate a lot of cookies.”

“I saw them on the counter.”

“You can have one. I’ll share.”

He laughs and drags his hands up and down my back, soothing me immensely. “We’re going to figure this all out, love. First, I think you should probably see a doctor to get it confirmed, and we’ll just go from there.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not going to be easy.” He kisses the top of my head. “But it’s simple enough. Don’t worry so much.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“Okay, let’s see what we have here,” Doctor Simpson says as she squirts gel on a wand and sticks it right up my wazoo.

“Oh, that’s not comfortable.”