Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
"So, what are you going to eat first?" he says, grabbing a strawberry and biting into it and then offering me the other piece. I open my mouth and take it and the sweetness hits my tongue. "Did you call the doctor?" he asks me and I look at him annoyed now.
"It's been twelve hours," I tell him, grabbing my fork and cutting the blueberry pancake he got for me.
"I know, but I don't know, should you call and make sure that everything is okay?" he asks me and I avoid looking at him. "How far along are we?"
"I'm assuming I'm about five weeks." I avoid how my heart beat different when he said the we.
"We should call and set up an appointment," he says between bites.
"We shouldn't," I say, taking another bite of the pancake. "I should."
I look over at him and he just stares at me and my heart speeds up in my chest. "Don't you have work to get to?"
"Is that your way of telling me to shut up?" he asks me, and I want to reach over and run my hand through his hair. His perfectly styled black hair, but instead of doing what I want to do, I turn back and eat my breakfast. "I told Travis."
"I heard," I tell him, grabbing some fruit. "Harlow said you were over there."
"What did your sisters say?" he asks me and I laugh.
"They were surprised," I admit to him.
"What about when you told them I was the father?" he asks me and I say nothing. "You did tell them I was the father." He sits up now and I can't hold in the laughter anymore.
"I mean, I tried to tell them it was Jason Momoa." I try not to smile. "But they didn't believe me."
He puts his cup down on the side table and turns back to me. "Are you done?" He moves the tray off me, getting off the bed and putting the tray of food on the dresser. I watch him the whole time. Everything about him makes my knees weak; it's always been him. Always, from the first time I could never even think of being with anyone else. "So, what are you going to do today?" He sits next to me with his feet on the floor as he leans over me, his lips close to mine.
"I'm going to go to work," I say, running my hands through his hair just like I wanted to do when he walked into the room. "I have a wedding today." I look over and see that I'm already late and I should bust my ass to get out of bed. But I give myself a couple more minutes.
"You"—he bends and kisses my neck on the right side—"are going to call the doctor." He kisses the left side now and I move my neck to give him access. His kisses make me forget everything. "And then you are going to call me." He kisses my lips. "Right, gorgeous?"
My eyes flutter open now. "Are you going to persuade me?" I lean up to kiss him, my whole chest getting full.
"No." He gets up. "You have to get up and get going and I won't have enough time with you."
"Um." I get on my elbows. "It can be only about me."
"It's always about you." He bends once more and kisses me. "But I don't have enough time. Then you are going to be rushing to get out of here and then blame me for being late."
"Fine," I huff. "Then get going or else I'm going to be late."
"Always pushing me out." He smiles at me, leaning down, and rubbing his nose with mine. "You'll call me, right?" He kisses me one more time and I ignore him. He gives me one more second before he says, "Gorgeous."
"Ugh, fine." I throw the covers off me. "I'll call you, now get out."
"Have a good day, gorgeous," he says one more time before walking out. I listen to his feet walk out the door. I move over to the curtain and sneak looking outside as I watch him walk to the car. My heart starts to speed up, just like it always does, and then when he gets in the car and looks up, my heart suddenly sinks in my chest. I fight away the tears that threaten to come but I'm not fast enough this morning, or maybe it's the hormones in my body. The single tear rolls down my cheek. My heart hurts thinking that I can't give him what he needs. Thinking that he deserves someone who is going to love him without all the doubt going off in my head. Thinking that eventually he isn't going to be kissing me awake in the morning. Thinking back to my brother and sisters and seeing what happened to them the first time they tried to find their significant other. Knowing it never worked out and the second time was the charm.