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I just lucked into eighteen years to prove to her that I’m the one who’s going to show up every single day and take care of her and this baby.
I grab the pregnancy test out of the trash and bolt out of the bathroom, making a beeline for the door.
I’m not sure if Penelope will accept me, even with a baby on the way, but I have to try.
Chapter Eighteen
Penelope
The door to my office swings open with great force and the moment my eyes flash up, I see a heated Slade headed straight for me.
“Slade, what’s wrong?” I ask.
I jump out of my seat instantly, my flowy dress swishing around me as I move quickly. He takes significant strides into the office towards me.
“You're pregnant?” he says, his eyes wide, his breathing labored, and his hair windswept like he ran here.
“What? Why would you think that?” I ask, scurrying around out of my spot to meet him at the front of my desk.
We’re both lucky that my father is out of the office today and isn’t hearing the commotion.
There’s no way he wouldn’t hear Slade’s demanding voice on the other side of his office door.
My ass hits my desk as he squares up to me. Not because I’m scared of him but because whenever we get too close, it seems I end up in his arms.
He lifts the positive pregnancy test to show me.
It’s Isla’s.
I feel a little relief that there isn’t some rumor going around that I’m pregnant. Slade just mistook the test for mine.
“You left it on the top of the trash can in the bathroom. Were you going to tell me if I hadn’t found it?” he asks a little hurt showing in his downturned eyebrows. “I know I've fucked up over and over again, but I won’t fuck up anymore. I swear.”
My heart almost breaks at the desperation in his voice.
“Slade, it’s not what you think—I can explain,” I say quickly, eyeing the pregnancy test, understanding how this might look to him.
“Is it mine? Please say it’s mine,” he says, leaning in closer, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
His baby?
Slade thinks I’m pregnant with his baby and I can see how he came to that conclusion. We had unprotected sex two weeks ago and now I have a positive pregnancy test in my bathroom.
“Slade, you have this wrong.”
But I can see it in his eyes that he’s not listening.
“Shit, I don’t care if it’s mine or not. Just let me take care of you—both of you,” he says, stepping forward.
His hazel eyes lock onto mine, practically pleading for a chance, and then his mouth drops down to meet mine, and I welcome it. Butterflies erupt in my belly the moment our mouths connect. He kisses me, adding pressure against my lips and I kiss back.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck, taking our kiss deeper, and then he wraps his other arm around my waist and hoists me up, planting my ass on my desk.
“We’ll get you the best OBGYN in the country. I don’t care what it costs,” he says between our kisses.
“Slade…” I try again to interject to tell him the truth, but it’s only half-hearted because being in his arms again turns my whole body to Jello.
I wrap my own arms around his neck, encouraging him closer.
