Page 221 of Allegiance

She had a point.

“Get a test.”

That was all he had to hear. He began digging through a bathroom drawer and finally found one.

He handed it to her, and then pulled his wife to her feet so she could take the test.

As she headed toward the part of the bathroom where the toilet was, he walked into the back of her.

“Jagger…are you going to watch me pee?”

He didn’t hesitate.

“YES.”

She actually laughed.

“Are you insane?”

Oh, that was a question he’d been trying to answer for a long-ass time.

“I have to make sure the process is right. You can’t skip a step. It’ll kill me,” he admitted.

She knew that he wasn’t exaggerating. The man had struggled with their miscarriage possibly even more than she had. He blamed himself for it.

When it wasn’t anyone’s fault.

“J, it’s literally peeing on a stick. There is only one step. We don’t dance around it like it’s Voodoo and chant shit. It’s piss and wait.”

He was curious.

“Would that work?” he asked, pulling beads from his pocket that Boone had made.

She patted her pocket, where she’d put the ones she’d taken from the men to stop their earlier jackassery. She still had them.

That meant one thing.

Immediately, his wife stared at him.

“Are you insane? Have you been keeping beads from our resident Voodoo practitioner on your person when we have sex?”

He laughed.

“Maybe?”

She shook her head.

“You can yell at me later. Go in there and get it done, soldier,” he said. “Piss for me, baby.”

She pointed.

“Out. We’re getting you some mental health tests as soon as I take this one.”

They might have to. Jagger wanted this baby more than anything.

Because he knew his wife wasn’t playing, and if she caught him peeking under the bathroom door, through the crack, she’d strangle him, he gave her space.

He began pacing.