Storm
I changed into a pair of yoga pants and a long-sleeved shirt before pulling my hair into a messy ponytail.
Then I picked up the pregnancy test.
For a moment, I simply stared at it.
Two little lines.
Two lines that had just changed everything.
I carried it back into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, settling on Doyle’s side. I pulled the blankets around myself and hugged his pillow against my chest, breathing in the familiar scent of my mate.
The pregnancy test remained hidden beneath his pillow.
I wasn’t sure why I had hidden it.
Maybe because doing so made this feel less real.
Or maybe because I was terrified that if I looked at it for too long, I’d wake up and discover I’d imagined the whole thing.
I didn’t have long to wait.
The bedroom door opened.
Doyle walked i
