“I want to know what’s on your mind.” She said softly and Trent leaned closer to kiss her.
“I think you’re pregnant.” And when Emma’s mouth just gaped, Trent nodded, telling her, “You have all the signs. Keegan and I picked up a home pregnancy test before he left, and I think you should take it.”
Gobsmacked, but determined to prove Trent wrong, Emma followed him upstairs to where he handed her the test, sitting on the bed while waiting for her to prep the stick. Emma stayed in the bathroom the entire time the test took, and when she came out, her face was pale and the test showed “pregnant.”
“Now are you willing to listen to me and your brother and see a doctor? If nothing else to confirm or deny that…” Trent dragged fingertips along Emma’s cheek and again she leaned into his contact, just focusing on his words, his touch.
Soon enough, she did reply, telling him softly, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I’m ready to have a baby, I especially don’t know if I want his baby, and that’s not even getting into how all of this affects you.”
“Listen to me, Em. I’m here for whatever you decide to do. I will gladly step in and play surrogate father if that’s what you need or want. But don’t worry about me. This changes nothing between us.”
It changes everything, Emma thought to herself, while biting on her lower lip. How could she expect Trent to stick around, out of anything other than honor and obligation, if she was pregnant with another man’s child? What kind of man would want anything to do with that kind of shitstorm clusterfuck?
But instead of voicing that, Emma just gave him a small smile, leaning into his hand when he stroked her cheek again and letting her eyes drift shut once more. “You should take a shower,” she teased. “You stink.”
Laughing quietly, Trent moved his fingers so he flicked Emma’s ear, and laughed a bit harder when her retort was to turn and try and bite his fingers. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too, Em. My stinky ass will go shower now. If you want to talk more when I get out, we will. And if you’d rather just lay in bed and forget this day ever happened, we can do that too. I’m sure Rory would be happy to cuddle either way.”
Staring at Trent in a bit of shock at his words, Emma nonetheless smiled after a moment, telling him, “Cuddling with my two favorite men sounds divine. Hurry up and get clean, ya?”
With a nod, Trent moved to head to the bathroom, and after a moment Emma settled on the bed. She still wasn’t sure how this was all going to work out, but she found at least a small amount of peace in Trent’s words, even if she wasn’t sure she completely believed him.
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AVERY J. LONGLEY has been a writer for as long as she can remember – first ‘publishing’ in the first grade, and then again the following year. She still has copies of both of these books, even though they’re largely illegible. She holds a degree in Communications, and enjoys writing of all kinds, but especially writing fiction.
When Avery’s not writing, she’s watching hockey or motor sports of some sort (MotoGP, NASCAR - especially local ‘short track’ racing). The adrenaline rush of all of these sports gets her heart pumping!
Avery lives in a Condo in the Northeast part of the country with her cat, and a backyard that’s no bigger than a postage stamp. No really, a postage stamp. The cat likes it though!
The Blizzard Chronicles, starting with Just Another Season is the culmination of several years efforts, many rewrites, and a great deal of editing. She hopes you enjoy reading these stories and getting to know these characters as much as she enjoyed writing them.
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