Loving Ean (The Fae Guard Book 2) (40 page)

I’m pacing and staring at my watch obsessively.

“Ean, take a chill pill,” Laila calls from the kitchen. She’s fixing us some lunch, and I’m a little irritated that she’s being so dismissive. “I don’t know why you’re acting as though you don’t know the answer.” She’s standing in the doorway now, look at me with exasperation. “I’m just humoring you, you know.”

I scowl at her in response and keep pacing. The second hand on my watch hits twelve and beeps, it’s been three minutes. I dash in to the bathroom and pick up the stick to see the words “Not Pregnant” on the screen. My whole body deflates. I didn’t even know how much I wanted to have a kid until it occurred to me that Laila might be pregnant. From that moment, the thought grew like wildfire and now that I know she’s not, I’ll be taking every opportunity to remedy that situation.

Laila walks in and glances at the test, “Told you.” She shakes her head and goes back out into the bedroom.

My watch beeps again and I look at it, confused. Then I remember the second test. Shaylee gave her a few in case of false, whateves. I spin back to the counter and grab the other test.
Hell, yes!
I run like a bat out of hell and grab Laila as she saunters down the corridor. I swing her up into my arms and start back for the bedroom, where I dump her unceremoniously onto the bed.

“Hey!” she protests. I push her down onto her back and loom over her, then wave the stick in front of her.

“What was that you said? Oh, right. I told you so.”

Laila’s eyes bug out at the words in the little window. “No way, that’s a false—” I cut her off with a hiss, then drag her up and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her into the bathroom, fire man-style. I sit her down on the edge of the tub, hand her a cup of water, and tear open another test.

She opens her mouth and I shut her up with a dark look. “Baby, just drink the fucking water and take another test.” She frowns at me, but does as she’s told.

Three minutes and fifteen seconds later, another little window announces that I’ve done my duty as a man and knocked up my woman. Cue caveman.

I feel like I should be freaking out right now, but the moment I saw the reading on that third test, everything I thought, and felt, before became irrelevant. Ean started whooping and dragged me out to the bedroom where he dumped me back on the bed (we really need to work on that habit) and spent the next several hours telling, and showing, me how grateful he is that I’m going to make him a husband and a daddy. When your big, strong, sexy, overly bossy, and possessive man says he’s going to be a “daddy” in a sweet voice, filled with wonder. You’ll never recover from that swoon.

We’re lying in bed, I’m sprawled across Ean, and he is rubbing slow circles on my back. “I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop,” I whisper.

Ean looks down at me, his blue eyes filled with concern. “What do you mean?”

I sigh, “You’ve come back to me, we’re in love, and getting married. We have great jobs, family, friends, and now, we’re having a baby. It seems perfect. Shaylee told me I deserved my fairy tale ending and it’s been festering in me since. Things won’t stay this way, something will inevitably bring all this happiness crashing down around us, right?”

Ean brushes my hair away from my face, tenderly tucking it behind my ear. “No. We make our own happiness, baby. We don’t leave it up to the universe, certainly not to Fate.” He kisses me passionately, then pulls me tighter into his side.

“You’re right though, this isn’t your fairy tale ending. Because, it’s just the beginning.”

My mind wanders to the lives of my friends. Shaylee is pregnant again. I snort, what else is new.

Calista is pregnant. Damn.

Laila is pregnant—wait!

What the fuck?

Everybody seems to be getting married and . . . (I shudder) . . . having babies.

I’m telling you, there is something in the fucking water around here . . .

Coming September 2015 . . .

Chasing Hayleigh

Hayleigh

I know nothing of love.

Then again, I don’t know much about people

I’ve been burned enough to have lost my faith in them

Brannon seems to be an exception

For years, he has proved that I could trust him

But my past would surely drive him away

The question is, can he trust me?

Brannon

Hayleigh is not my fate

But, she is my destiny

I need to convince her to trust me, to believe in us

For years I’ve stood back, and given her time

Now I need her to light the dark that is slowly consuming me

I want to tell her all of my secrets

The question is, will she survive them?

Books by Author
Elle Christensen

Erased
(Standalone Novel)—Available Now!

The Fae Guard Series

Protecting Shaylee
(Book One)—
Available Now!

Loving Ean (Book Two)—
Available Now!

Chasing Hayleigh (Book Thre
e)—Coming Soon!

Saving Kendrix (Books Four)—
Coming Soon!

To my husband, thank you for understanding how important my work is. For taking charge of everything else in our life in order to let me write. Especially at the most chaotic of times. Your support, your love, and your encouragement are the backbone to every book I write. You are amazing and I will always choose you. Forever.

To my editor, Jacquelyn. My edits are always filled with such love and laughter that I don’t dread them as other people tend to. It’s like watching a movie with hilarious commentary and I love that! This book wouldn’t be everything it is without you. Way to go, Scoob!

To my best girl. Every time you tell me you’re proud of me, it gives me another shot of confidence and at my lowest writing moments, it picks me up. I don’t think I could love you more if I tried. Blood does not make you my sister, everything you are and give to me makes you my sister. Thank you for your brainstorming help and all of the weird and kinky sex advice! Also for being the inspiration for Fate. Wait until you see where she goes from here. ;)