Chapter Six

Jonah

The next morning, I rolled over to spoon into Blake, but I was alone in the strange BB bed. I sniffed. He was close by. Probably in the bathroom. I glanced at the nightstand where we left the pregnancy test the night before. It was gone.

"Mate?" I called out, swinging my legs off the bed.

Normally, I needed coffee to move this fast, but I didn't want to miss a second of our new kid's life. My wolf wagged his tail sleepily, sure he was right about how the pixelated baby would show up. He'd never been wrong before.

"But there is a first time for everything," Blake sighed.

"Huh?" I said, glancing down at the counter where the used test rested.

"I didn't feel pregnant. I still don't. So, I wanted to take it before you got up. That way I could soften the blow," he said, pressing his lips together in a tight frown.

"What?" I glanced at the negative test. "No, we'll take another. He's never been wrong."

"Well, maybe this time he is. Look, it's okay. Neither of you have to have a perfect guessing record. Wishful thinking happens. Besides, you know what this means, right?"

"That my nose is broken," I chuckled, rubbing it.

"No, we get to decide whether we want to spend our weekend trying for a baby or hold off until we figure out what's going on with the move."

"Which one do you want?" I arched a brow, stepping closer to him and pulling him against me with an arm around his waist.

"Which one do you think?" he smirked.

"One more before the big move? They'll be at least a toddler by then. No moving around with newborns anymore. That's our rule."

"One more before we move," Blake nodded and rose up on his tiptoes to kiss me.

I wasn't the first wolf in history to mistakenly think his mate was pregnant and I probably wouldn't be the last either. I hoped I wasn't the last, because one day this would probably be a funny story.

"Hey, we can just get me pregnant this weekend and tell everyone you were right," Blake said when the kiss broke.

"Sounds like a plan, mate," I growled and scooped him up to carry him back to the bed. "If we're going to get you pregnant, we better start trying now!"

He laughed and for the weekend we were just true-mates finally finding a moment alone together again. Whatever came next, I was down for it.