Twisted Lies (Twisted, #4)

by Ana Huang

When I walked into the kitchen, I found Stella downing what must’ve been her fifth glass of water that night. “Are you sure you don’t want any wine?” She wasn’t a big drinker, but she usually had a glass or two. “It’s a great vintage.” “Yes, I’m sure.” She set her glass down and looked at me with an oddly nervous expression. “I can’t drink alcohol right now.” She said it with meaning, like I was supposed to know what that meant. Why would it matter that she wasn’t drinking alcohol? Granted, it was a bit odd that she… I can’t drink alcohol right now. I replayed her words. Can’t. Not don’t want to. She couldn’t drink alcohol, which likely meant… My pulse slowed into one long, disbelieving beat. “I didn’t want to tell you in front of the others, but I also couldn’t wait anymore.” Stella’s voice lowered. “Christian, I’m pregnant.” “You’re pregnant,” I repeated. The words echoed in my head, too gilded with shock to sink in fully. Stella confirmed with a nod, her face glowing with equal parts excitement and nervousness. Pregnant. Babies. Our baby. The breath left my lungs in one fell swoop. I closed the distance between us with two long strides and kissed her fiercely, my heart thudding hard enough to bruise. Forget every uncharitable thought I’d had about children. We were going to be parents. I was going to be a father, and I was going to see Stella swell with our child. A little boy, perhaps, with curls and brown skin. Or a little girl with her mother’s green eyes and sweet s...