today.”
“Why? I thought Meredith had got everything, and she kept a regular supply of medicine in the cabinet in the bathroom.” Andy folded his arms. Was Damon trying to leave? Were the supplies to do with his bike?
“We need to get a pregnancy test,” Damon said, facing him.
Andy paused then laughed. “No, we don’t need a pregnancy test. Meredith is fine. She’s not pregnant.” Suddenly, he felt nervous as the possibility of Meredith’s pregnancy stumbled upon him. No, he wouldn’t accept she was pregnant. They were just starting out with Damon. None of them were prepared for a baby. He didn’t want her to be pregnant. What if a baby ruined everything?
He saw the moment Damon lost his temper, seconds before he was pressed up against the wall. “I’ve just been talking to her. I cannot believe your ignorance. You may be a fucking Switch, but that doesn’t give you a reason to be careless.”
“What the hell?” Andy pushed the other man away. “What the fuck has gotten into you? There is no ignorance. There’s no way Meredith is pregnant.” The lie came easily, and he hated it. Fear gripped him at the possible change that was about to happen to his life. He wasn’t ready for it and would probably never be ready for it.
He glared at Damon and was worried about his wife.
“You forgot to mention a tiny detail to me, you fuck!” Damon paced the kitchen. His hand ran through his hair, messing up the length.
Andy stayed quiet even though his temper was rising with every passing second.
“Meredith can’t be pregnant,” Andy said. He was totally sure about it. Actually he wasn’t, but he also wasn’t prepared to handle the truth. Not yet.
“No? Then tell me why in over a month we’ve not used a single condom?” Damon asked.
He froze. Andy hadn’t given condoms or protection any thought. Meredith had once suggested going on the pill, but it had affected her mood, which neither of them liked. He’d completely forgotten with the wonderful change that had happened in their relationship. Now she was pregnant, and there was no way he could stop it.
“Fuck!”
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly.” Damon punched the wall. “You know what, console your fucking wife. I’m going to get the test.”
Andy watched him grab the keys and storm out of the kitchen . The outburst was so unexpected. For several seconds he stayed frozen in the kitchen. He’d caused this by not fucking thinking. Whenever he was with Damon and Meredith all thought left his brain.
Heading upstairs, he found Meredith huddled up in the bath.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, crying.
His anger was not directed at her. Climbing in behind her, not caring about his robe getting wet, he wrapped his arms around her , trying to soothe her. She relaxed against him. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. This was all my fault.”
“Everything was going so well. How can you not blame me?” she asked.
Cupping her chin, he turned her to face him. “No matter what happens, Meredith, I’m not leaving.”
“You didn’t want children.”
“I want them. I just wasn’t ready to share you. Now we don’t have a choice.” He kissed her lips before resting his head on top of hers. “I’m a selfish bastard.”
“What if he runs from us?” Meredith asked.
“We’ve got each other.”
“I’m falling for him, Andy. I think I might be in love with him.” She sobbed against his chest.
“Me, too, baby. Me, too.”
His heart broke , but he couldn’t allow himself to give in to the emotion. Meredith needed him now, and he didn’t have all the answers. Whatever happened now was up to Damon.
****
A baby changed everything. He threw his jacket into the passenger seat before climbing into the driver’s side. Sliding the key into the ignition he started up the truck, needing the drive to clear his head.
The road was bumpy but free of snow. The snow was piled up on the sides of the road. He’d never been to a more beautiful