Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
I shake my head, stopping at my truck in the lot. “Honestly, I haven’t really had time to process everything.”
“What about the mother? You gonna try to make things work now that she’s having your baby?”
“Tripp, I’ve liked her since the night we spent together. Even if there was no baby, I’d still try to win her back.”
“You need to tell her that.” Tripp may be young, but he’s wise beyond his years, even though he never shows this side to anyone else.
“She hates me.”
Tripp rests his hand on my shoulder. “She doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”
I nod. “Is this what you wanted to run by me?”
Tripp shakes his head, his green eyes catching in the light of the sun. “No, I’m not sure if the brewery is what I want for my future. Sure, it’s a great job, but I think I want something different.”
“Like what?”
Tripp has this far off look on his face, and then smiles. “I’m not a hundred percent sure about it yet, I just wanted to see how you all would feel if I did something else, and not the brewery.”
“Sure, we just want you to be happy,” I tell him. “Unless you want to do something crazy like rob banks.”
Tripp laughs. “No, it’s nothing like that. You’ll definitely be the first person I tell if I plan on pursuing it.”
I nod again. “Sure thing. Now, I need to get to Felicity’s so I can take her to the doctor.”
Tripp says his goodbyes as he heads back inside the brewery. I hop in my truck, making my way downtown to Felicity’s work.
How bad is it that I don’t even know what she does for a living? There’s so much I don’t know about this woman, but I definitely want to find out.
I want to find out everything I can about the woman carrying my baby.
Chapter 13
Felicity
I check the clock and realize it’s almost two-thirty already. All day I’ve tried to keep my focus on work and not the fact that Shepherd will be going to my doctor appointment with me.
Yesterday was unexpected, much like everything between us. He says he’s all in, but Karl said that too and I was left waiting at the altar in a wedding dress. It’s just hard to believe that grumpy Shepherd is going to stick around. He couldn’t bother to stay in touch the last few months after our night together, so my hopes of him sticking around after this doctor visit are low.
I’d never deny him being a part of the baby’s life, I just don’t believe he’ll even make it to the end of the pregnancy. Sure, right now he’s all in or so he says, but that night we spent together made me believe he was different and he proved me wrong.
“Why are you leaving early?” Emmie asks, leaning her hip against my desk.
“Gyno appointment,” I say, making a face.
She laughs and stands straight. “The worst. All right, give me a call later. Let’s make plans for the weekend. I’m feeling the need to get drunk.”
I smile as I turn off my computer. “Yeah, I’ll give you a call.”
Now that Shepherd knows, it’s probably time I tell my best friend. There’s only so many times I can blow off going out before she starts really questioning me. After my appointment, I’m planning on asking Shepherd if we can go get something to eat and discuss everything. I’m hoping that out in public he’ll be a bit more reasonable because yesterday when he started demanding things I wanted to punch him in the throat. In the same breath, his bossiness was sexy as hell and had me turned on all night.
I sigh as I walk outside. These hormones are the worst.
I look around and don’t see Shepherd’s truck. As I go to grab my phone I realize I don’t even have his number.
“Great, Felicity, you don’t even have your baby’s father’s number,” I whisper, shaking my head.
Not only do I not have his number, but I don’t know anything about him. Well, I know he works at his family’s brewery, but that’s all I know. I don’t know what he does there. I have no idea if he’s dating someone or what his likes and dislikes are. I don’t know anything and that’s something that needs to change.
If he sticks around.
Just as I’m about to give up on him and drive myself, I see his truck pull into the parking lot. My stomach erupts with butterflies and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m excited or nervous. Maybe both.
He pulls up to the front of the building as I walk toward his truck. He jumps out and rushes over to open the door for me. I didn’t peg him to be a gentleman.
“Thank you,” I say, reaching up to pull myself into the seat. In the next second, I scream as he lifts me and helps me into the truck. “Umm thanks, but I’m capable of getting into a vehicle.”