Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“I bet this isn’t what you expected when you rang the doorbell.” She tries to make a joke out of it.
“I can say with a hundred percent certainty that I was not expecting this.” I get up to shrug off my jacket and toss it to the other side of the couch before sitting back down and putting her feet in my lap. The need to hold a part of her is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. “I was expecting maybe you slam the door in my face.”
She gasps. “Why would I do that?”
“Well, for one, I haven’t called or texted you in six weeks,” I start to say.
“I haven’t done that either,” she murmurs softly. “I wanted to but—”
“But I thought you were living your best life,” I finish what I thought she was going to say.
“I wasn’t,” she admits as she lifts a hand to stop the tear from rolling down her face.
“We should talk.” I finally get the courage to say. “To be fair, we should have talked before you left.”
“On that we agree.” She tries to give me a smile but I see her bottom lip quiver and it breaks me. I move over on the couch until her ass is in my lap and I’m holding her in my arms.
“I missed you, Sweetheart,” I admit to her, “so fucking much.” I tighten my arms around her, breathing in her smell.
“I missed you too.” She puts her palm on my chest.
“Why did you take a pregnancy test?” I ask her.
“I was talking to Sofia,” she tells me why, “and then it dawned on me.” I kiss her head. “What’s one more baby momma?” she jokes and I glare at her. “I’m kidding. I’m in shock.”
“You are not alone in this,” I tell her. “I’m going to be there every step of the way.” My head asks me how this is going to happen when she lives here and I don’t. “We are going to have to figure things out. But there is still time for that.” I don’t know if I’m trying to convince her or me of this. I am about to kiss her lips when my phone rings from my jacket. “That might be Sofia,” I tell her. “She was the only one who knew I was coming here today.” I reach over to grab it, taking her with me. Pulling the phone out of my pocket, I see it is Sofia.
“Let me answer that,” she says, grabbing the phone from my hand and pressing the green button. “You better have a great explanation,” she barks into the phone before putting it on speaker.
“Oh, hi,” Sofia says as if she didn’t know I was coming here. “So he made it.”
“He made it,” Zara states, looking up at me. “He definitely made it.”
“That’s good.” She sounds nervous. “Have you guys talked?”
“I’m sitting in his lap,” Zara shares and Sofia groans.
“This is going to be very, very bad,” she moans. “Why? Why couldn’t you guys not do this?”
“It was a force stronger than us,” I finally say and Zara puts her head on my chest.
“So you two spoke… about everything?”
“The pregnancy test fell literally at his feet,” Zara explains, trying not to laugh but laughing loudly anyway.
“And what did the pregnancy test reveal?” she asks with bated breath.
I look at Zara, who looks at me and then the phone. “You can’t tell a soul.”
“This is very, very bad,” she sings. “I don’t want to know,” she quickly says. “I don’t know, I didn’t ask. The only thing I know is that my cousin called me because he wanted your address to send you flowers.” We both laugh. “That’s my story and I’m going to die on this hill.”
“Well, someone sent her flowers,” I grumble and immediately want to take it back. It makes me sound needy. “But it wasn’t me.”
“That was me!” Sofia shrieks. “Well, not me, RC sent her flowers and a cupcake. Anyway, I’m letting you go before you slip something out and I have to keep another secret from my husband.” She doesn’t even let us say goodbye before she hangs up the phone. I toss the phone to the side.
“You’re having my baby,” I say, not sure if it’s for her or for myself. Listening to the words, she nods.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you and the last time I was with Daniel was October,” she admits to me. She closes her eyes. “I have to tell my parents.”
“I have to tell Colson,” I add up the list of people who need to know, “then I have to tell my parents.” I kiss her lips softly. “We’ll tell your parents tomorrow and then if you can come down, we can tell my parents this weekend.”
Her smile starts small but then fills her face. “Can I ride Fireball?” Her eyes light up and I shake my head.