Dani bit her lip.

If only she could just sink against him and let him take care of everything. She was so tired. Of being alone, of being strong and handling stuff alone because she didn’t want to worry the people who loved her.

Swallowing a sob, she pressed her face into his warm throat. “It...it wasn’t on purpose, Dylan,” she murmured tightly. “You have to believe me.”

He rubbed a couple of circles on her shoulders before wrapping his hand around her neck and nudging her chin up with his thumb. “What, babe?” he asked gently. “What wasn’t on purpose?”

Because she couldn’t bear to see those beautiful green eyes turn hard as emeralds, she dropped her gaze to the soft cotton stretched across heated flesh and absently realized her fingers were wrapped tightly in the warm fabric, clinging.

Consciously relaxing, she smoothed out the wrinkles. His deep voice rumbled beneath her palms. “Dani?”

Before she could chicken out, she took a deep breath and got it out quickly, breathlessly. “I’m pregnant.”