I’ll do anything for her to be okay.
I soon fall asleep next to her, the scent of coconut in the air and the sound of her soft breathing.
The doctor calls, and we sleep through it.
The soft ping of the voicemail he leaves fills the air, but we don’t wake up.
We’re too busy dreaming of each other.
CHAPTER 27
DANIELLE
Istare at the phone between us, shaking my head as Blake stares numbly past me, swallowing hard.
“Play that again,” I whisper, my hands moving to the mattress on either side of me.
The words replay, the same as they did before, but they refuse to sink in.
My head feels like someone has driven an ax into it, and the shock isn’t helping my damn virus.
“All blood results are normal, so we know it’s a virus Danielle has. However, we detected high levels of HCG. It’s a hormone that indicates pregnancy in women. Give me a call when you get this so we can discuss the next steps.”
Blake drags his hand over his mouth, moving his stare to mine.
“Is he saying that…” I lick my lips, trying to form the words. “I’m pregnant?”
Blake nods, reaching for my hands. “I think so, baby.”
I try to work out his reaction, but he’s giving nothing away. His eyes are glazed, and he lifts his eyebrows to me.
“But…I’m on birth control.”
Blake shrugs, his thumbs stroking my hands. “It’s not one hundred percent, and we’ve been pretty obsessive with fucking, right?”
Blake cracks a smile, but I know he’s overthinking.
I have a baby growing inside of me?
This is not okay.
This wasneverpart of my plan.
“I don’t want to be pregnant, Blake,” I confess, tears stinging my eyes.
Blake snaps his head up, a frown taking over his features as his mouth drops open. “What?”
Panic takes over, and I burst into tears. “I wanted my own business! I know we have yours, but I wanted to do it myself.” I inhale sharply, wiping my eyes on the sleeve of my pajamas. “Being a mom is…God…I don’t even know what I’m doing!”
I’m trembling, my stomach flipping repeatedly at the thought of having a baby.
Not just a baby, a baby withBlake.
What if he leaves me?
Any trust I have for him fades at his expression. The unreadable, blank expression that tells me nothing.
“I don’t want to be a single mom. Not unless I was successful?—”
