He was also anxious to get me back to the doctor so he could go, too. He had a million questions I didn’t have the answers to. The one thing he never mentioned was marriage. I was torn about that. I hadn’t wanted him to propose because he thought he had to, but then his not even mentioning it worried me, too. I convinced myself that it was my pregnancy hormones and I had nothing to worry about. Even if he never asked me to marry him, he wanted me. He wanted both of us. I didn’t have to wear his ring or have his last name to be his.

Getting home and telling his parents was our first priority. Maryann brought over a chocolate cream pie, and I made a pot of coffee. I could see the unease in his stepfather’s eyes and the excitement in his mother’s. I wanted him to just blurt it out and get it over with. I wanted them to be happy, but I worried they’d feel I was trapping Mase. That was my biggest concern.

“Thanks for coming and bringing the pie. It’s been a long day of traveling, and Reese needed to rest,” Mase said. I shot him a frustrated frown. He made me sound like a wimp. The reason they were here was that he insisted I get comfortable and relax.

“We never get invited over. This is a treat,” Maryann said, smiling at me brightly. She was so excited about being here that I felt guilty for not inviting her over more often. I needed to make it a point to have them over more.

“I’m ready for some pie,” Charlie piped up. “Let’s talk and eat. She wouldn’t let me touch it before we got here.”

Maryann rolled her eyes and slapped her husband’s shoulder. “You’re being rude. They have to tell us something.”

Charlie shrugged. “Well, they aren’t gettin’ to the point. When y’all getting married? There. Now, let’s have some pie.”

I froze. I couldn’t breathe, and I felt sick to my stomach. I hadn’t expected them to think we had news. Telling Mase had been too easy. They weren’t going to be happy about me being pregnant if we weren’t married.

Mase slipped his arm around my waist and squeezed me. He was watching my reaction. He could read me well. This was his way of reassuring me, but it wasn’t working. I wasn’t reassured. I was terrified.

“We’re going to have a baby,” Mase said, with pride in his voice. I wanted to crawl under the table and hide. Charlie stared at me, and Maryann clapped her hands and squealed.

“I knew it! I knew it!” she said excitedly. I moved my gaze from Charlie to Maryann and saw pure joy in her expression. Air eased into my burning lungs. At least his mother was happy.

“Doing this a little backward, aren’t you, son?” Charlie finally spoke up. Those were the words I’d feared.

Mase’s grip on my waist tightened. “I was unaware that I had to do this in some order. I’m an adult. This is my life.”

“Charlie, this is wonderful news. We knew they’d get married. So what if the baby came before the proposal?”

Oh, God. I was going to throw up. He’d never mentioned a proposal. She was assuming something that wasn’t in the works.

“He moved her in here without proposing. He’s had plenty of time. Haven’t you, Mase? It’s a shame this poor girl has to be treated like this. Thought I raised you better.”

My knees felt weak. If Mase hadn’t been holding me up, I wasn’t sure I’d still be standing. His stepdad was saying everything that had been haunting me and confronting Mase with it. Would this send him running? Change his mind?

“I moved her in with me because I couldn’t live without her. My intentions have always been to spend the rest of my life with her. I was just taking this one step at a time.”

“And you got those steps all screwed up,” Charlie said. “Your momma can be excited, but I’m thinking of the big picture here. That girl deserves to have a ring on her finger if she’s having a baby. She needs that security. You had a single mother for the first few years of your life. You know better than anyone how important it is to be the man your kid deserves. Fix this.” His words sounded like a demand.

Mase was tense beside me, and Maryann looked shocked at Charlie’s outburst. I couldn’t say anything. I could hardly breathe.

“I don’t want that pie. I’m going home,” Charlie said, and he headed out the door.

“I am so sorry. He’s just . . . he has ideas of how things should be done. He doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s excited about this baby. Just give him time,” Maryann said.

“He’s got a funny way of showing it,” Mase said tightly.

Maryann walked over and hugged him, then turned to me and kissed my cheek and hugged me. “I couldn’t have asked for a better mother for my grandchild. Thank you,” she whispered in my ear.

As she stepped back, I wanted to burst into tears. Having her accept this and be happy about it helped. “I’m leaving the pie with the two of you. I have a man to straighten out,” she said, then gave Mase an apologetic smile.

Mase didn’t reply. His mother finally turned and left the house.

I had no idea what to say to him.

“He’s wrong. He’s got old-fashioned ways. Ignore him,” Mase said, still holding on to me.

As much as I didn’t want to talk, I knew I had to say something. I had to clarify that I wasn’t expecting a ring. I certainly didn’t want one under these circumstances. “I don’t want a ring. This baby is not meant to force you into something you weren’t planning on doing. I’d never allow you to be pressured to marry me. So, please understand, I won’t marry you if you ask me now, not if it’s because I’m pregnant. The baby can have your last name. We don’t have to be married for that to happen. Just don’t . . . don’t think about anything he said.”