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"What does it say?"
"We have to wait three minutes."
I scowl at the test in her hand. "Who the fuck made that rule?"
"I don't know."
"Give me the test."
"It says we have to wait! It takes time for it to process."
I arch a brow.
She huffs and reluctantly hands the test over.
I glance down at it, but the little box that's supposed to say pregnant or not pregnant doesn't say anything. "This one is broken," I complain. "Pee on a different one."
She laughs, pushing her way into my arms. "I told you we have to wait three minutes."
I scowl at the test, positive it's broken. Only…that little box isn't empty this time.
"Holy shit," I wheeze, my heart skipping a beat before it slams against my ribcage in a resounding thud that shakes me to my core.
"What?" Laura asks.
I tilt the test so she can see it.
"Oh my god," she whispers, bursting into tears.
I drop the test to the floor, scooping her up into my arms.
"You're carrying my baby," I growl, claiming her lips in a deep kiss.
She sobs against mine.
Chapter Ten
Laura
Iwatchoutofthe corner of my eye as Kaiden paces around the edge of the lot where Abel and I are filming a snowball fight for the movie. He moves back and forth like a lion, his gaze never deviating from me. I have a feeling he's going to watch me with the same intensity for the entire duration of this pregnancy.
This pregnancy.
I'm pregnant with Kaiden's baby.
I fight the urge to jump up and down and squeal like a giddy schoolgirl. I also fight the urge to burst into happy tears again. I've cried enough this morning, thank you very much. Thank goodness Audrey works miracles with makeup because it took one to cover my puffy eyes and splotchy face.
A snowball whizzes past my head, barely missing me.
Crap. I'm not focused at all.
I quickly launch one in Abel's direction, only to realize at the last moment that he's also lost in his own world. The snowball smacks him directly in the face. He barely notices. He's staring at his personal assistant, oblivious to the rest of the world. I think he's in love with her or falling in love with her. With Abel, it's hard to tell. He holds his cards close to his chest.
I wince as Luca marches onto the set, headed straight for my costar. "We don't have a problem, do we, Abel?"
"No, sorry," he says, tearing his eyes away from Scout. "But this is why I became an actor instead of a baseball player when the Angels called."
A few members of the crew laugh. I bite my lip to hide a smile. Abel is incorrigible.