Page 46 of Shattered Oaths

“You’re pregnant?” Savannah squeals from behind us and I pull back, wiping my eyes as I turn back to them.

Daisy nods again, a disbelieving laugh leaving her. “I’m pregnant.”

Savannah pulls her into a hug next and the two of them cry into each other much like we did only seconds ago. Myeyes find Liv, who’s still sitting in her chair, her chin trembling and silent tears tracking down her face as she watches our friends embrace. When Savannah pulls back, she stands, taking her turn to offer Daisy her congratulations.

When everyone is done and our tears have dried, we all retake our seats. “You need to tell us everything,” Savannah says, picking up the bottle of wine again.

Daisy takes a deep breath, wiping at her face. “You guys know that the reason I never came home after my ectopic was because I was told I’d likely never have children.”

We all nod in unison.

“Well, Killian and I were talking about it one night and he asked me if the doctor had ever told me there wasno chance,I’d have children. And I guess that was the first time that I had actually allowed myself to truly absorb the words I had been told.” Daisy shrugs, taking a sip of her drink. “So, we made an appointment with a new specialist a few towns over, and we’ve been doing IVF for the past year. This was our second round.”

“I’m so happy for you, Dais,” I say, my chin quivering again, my emotions threatening to get the better of me a second time tonight.

I’ve been so out of touch with everything for so long that I didn’t even realise she was going through fertility treatments for a year.

“I can’t think of two people who deserve this more,” Sav says.

“Is Killian telling the guys tonight?” Liv asks as she reaches for the wine bottle in Savannah’s hand. Savannah snatches it back and frowns at her, but Liv just rolls hereyes, taking the bottle anyway. “I have breastmilk in the freezer. I’m celebrating.”

We all chuckle before Daisy replies, “I think so.”

I rest my head back against my chair and stare up at the dark sky. The stars overhead twinkle like tiny beacons of hope and for a moment my mind drifts to Noah, wondering if he’s looking up at this exact view right now.

I’ve replayed the night of the drive-in over and over in my head for the past week and every time, I somehow convince myself that I must have imagined the way the air had changed around us as soon as we walked inside the house. I must have imagined the way his pupils blew wide, darkening his hazel eyes as they homed in on my lips. And I definitely imagined the way his voice sounded so strained when he told me to go to bed.

One thing that I know for certain I didn’t imagine though, was the sound of the shower turning on and the muffled, deep grunts that echoed through the walls of his bathroom.

There’s not a chance in hell I made that up. Those sounds have been burned into my brain for a solid seven days. I’ve pictured him in that shower; his hand wrapped around his length as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths for just as long.

“You good over there?” A hand on my knee jolts me out of the memory and I sit up, blinking frantically as Liv, who has leaned over to jostle me.

“Huh?” I ask, completely flustered.

“You were staring into space and breathing fast. Are you okay?” She asks, genuine concern on her face and I feel myself blush ten shades of red.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry,” I say, picking up my wine glass and downing the liquid.

Jesus Christ.

Thankfully she doesn’t question me further and I think I’ve dodged a bullet as the conversation changes back to Daisy and her pregnancy until Savannah brings up her job, beginning a whole new subject involving the ranch and then suddenly all eyes are back on me when Daisy says, “Have you been staying at Noah’s?”

I swallow hard, opening my mouth as a lie begins to form on my tongue but then think better of it. Theres no point lying to her. It’ll be easy enough for her to prove it. My shoulders sag, a sigh leaving me. “How did you know?”

All three women exchange looks that tell me they know something I don’t and my brows furrow as I look between them. “What?”

“Umm…” Savannah says, a smirk on her face.

Liv rolls her eyes. “He planned this.” She circles her finger in the air.

I blink at her. “What?”

“Noah texted all of us arranging a girls’ night,” Liv explains, waving her wine glass around nonchalantly.

My eyes find Daisy’s and when she nods in confirmation, all the air rushes out of me. He texted my friends and arranged a girls’ night?

Why?