An uneasy silence settled over the inhabitants of the truck. Graham figured they were all waiting for Rowan to speak. He sure as hell was. Her dad broke the silence first.
“This changes things.”
“Fucking changes everything,” Zach said. “I can’t ... I don’t even ... Why didn’t you tell us?”
“There’s nothing to tell!”
“Yet,” Zach challenged.
“When will you know for sure?” Graham asked.
“I don’t know, another few days. Maybe a week?”
Rick put the truck in reverse and then proceeded to make a three-point turn and started driving back in the direction of the walls.
“What are you doing?”
“Rowan, your mother almost died giving birth to both of you girls. There’s no way I’m taking you away from the only doctor we have available if you’re pregnant.”
“And if I’m not? What then? We’re packing back up and leaving because you’re so damn sure this place has a target on it?”
“If you’re not, well, I guess we’ll see then. But after this morning, I can’t imagine trying to separate you from these two boys. They’re willing to give up everything for you, and a man doesn’t do that unless he’s either crazy or in love. But you better believe, if you’re pregnant, I will stand by with a shotgun until one of them marries you.”
“I don’t care if she’s not pregnant,” Graham said. “We’re marrying her anyway.”
Ro stared at him. “You are?”
“We are.”
“Wait, you lost me,” Erica interjected. “How can you both marry her?”
“You let us worry about that,” Graham said, rolling the window down to yell orders to Ty about the change in plans.
“And that was the worst proposal ever, by the way,” Erica added.
“That’s because it wasn’t a proposal,” Graham replied. “It’s a done deal.”
The Great Rowan Callahan Period Watch lasted almost four days. Rowan refused to take a pregnancy test during those four days because it seemed indulgent when she could just wait it out. She’d finally been able to talk Graham, Zach, and her dad out of a wedding. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to marry them, but Ro didn’t see any point. First, it wouldn’t be legal, because they couldn’t exactly go apply for a marriage license for three. Second, the county clerk wasn’t exactly issuing marriage licenses at all. People had more important things to worry about—like surviving. And third, leaving the ranch to find an officiant would put everyone’s safety in jeopardy, and that wasn’t a risk Ro was willing to take just to placate the men in her life. She was still struggling to process the fact that Graham and Zach had both been willing to give up everything to be with her. A commitment like that didn’t get stronger because of some piece of paper or a ceremony. Ro liked to think that she’d demonstrated her commitment to them in the privacy of their cabin. Multiple times. After she’d atoned for not telling them she might be pregnant.
Graham and Zach finally lost their collective patience on the morning of day four and cornered her in the bathroom. Wordlessly, Zach held out the test and gave her the sternest look she’d ever seen on his face. After she’d peed on the stick, Ro sat on the bed trying to play out the scenario both ways. Heads, she, Zach, and Graham left with her dad and Erica to live for an indefinite period of time in an undisclosed location. Tails, they stayed. Her dad hadn’t said he and Erica would still leave, but Rowan couldn’t picture him willingly being separated from his only grandchild.
Zach sat next to her, fingers tangled with hers. Graham paced the bedroom. Rowan had a strong suspicion that he was counting to one hundred eighty very slowly in his head, because he spun and said, “It’s time.”
“Who wants to do the honors?” Zach asked.
“All of us,” Rowan said, voice hoarse with strain.
They crowded into the tiny bathroom—Rowan first and the two men just behind her, one on each side. Rowan looked down at the test on the counter and saw … a little blue plus sign.
“Holy shit.” She stumbled back into two sets of strong arms. She felt lips on her hair and her cheek.
“Let’s move this party out of the bathroom,” Zach said, ushering them back into the bedroom.
“No. We need to double check.” Now that the preliminary verdict was in, Ro’s concern about wasting pregnancy tests went out the window. She had to know for sure.
Graham went rigid. She hurried to explain, “I mean, it could be a false positive, right?”
“Do you want it to be a false positive?”
Ro shook her head. “I just need to be sure.”
Zach grasped her shoulders. “We’ve been dancing around the subject for days, but I have to know, are you regretting this? Do you want this baby or not?”