Turning away, I reach for the hem of my shirt, but pause. My feet skid to a stop in the doorway of our bedroom, at the package on my bedside table. “Care? You okay?” Emmett’s stops at my back, hand splayed over my stomach. “Oh, wow. What is that, a lifetime pack?” He laughs, the sound a little uncomfortable. “Kinda psyching me out. I thought you only buy one at a time?” My pulse races. Blood drums in my ears. Because there, waiting for me, is the pregnancy test I asked Natasha to pick up for me at the store. Except instead of one, there are twenty-four.
