“You’re probably right. I don’t know how much Lucie shared, but Dex and Kate might have similarities to our situation, but they’re two completely different people.You, Mia, are very different from Kate.” Adam rests a hand on my stomach. “How many questions do you have about that now?”
I snort. “So many.”
Adam’s thumb glides against my skin as he places a kiss on my shoulder. “We can talk more about it later, but I was actually thinking of Jett and Wyla. They were a one-night stand that turned into Jett finding Wyla five years later at his daughter’s birthday party.”
“What?” I’m sitting straight up now. “The couple from last night? You have a story like that and didn’t tell me?”
Adam laughs, pulling me back down against his chest. “It’s the best story. I was holding on to it for an emergency.”
“Um, hello! I can’t think of a bigger emergency than this.” I pull back from him, but Adam tightens his hold.
“Hence me telling the story now,” he says with a chuckle. “They hadn’t exchanged numbers or any real information, but Jett swears it was love at first sight. Wyla never wanted to keep their daughter from him, but she did have to go through this whole part alone. I know it’s not the same situation, but she might have some insight. And I know neither of them would mind talking about it.”
My stomach turns in knots. I have to admit I didn’t plan on telling anyone until Adam and I were on the same page, and our plan for what comes next was already set, but maybe he’s right. If anything, it may just make us feel better about the whole situation.
“Okay, I’m fine with that, but we tell no one else. At least until we figure out what we want to do.”
Adam nods. “Do you want to meet them at a coffee place or?—”
“Can they come here, or is that weird?” I ask, cutting him off. “Sorry, I’m just afraid if we talk and we’re out and about, I might go rogue, and our next stop would be the doctor’s office demanding an appointment.”
Adam smiles despite my fast pace. “I can ask them to come here. I’ll run by the cafe down the block and get us some breakfast. You want the usual or what are you feeling?”
“I want my matcha and a poppy seed muffin—wait, can I have those now that…you know. I thought my matcha tasted weird yesterday. Maybe that was my body telling me not to drink it?”
Adam lets out this burly laugh as he rolls out of my bed and picks up his jeans. “I’ll look it up on the way and call you if not.”
“Okay,” I reply, cuddling deeper into the covers. I know I should get up and get ready, but I don’t really want to. I guess I got my answer as to why I was so exhausted. My body’s making room for a baby…and my nausea’s back.
Adam comes around to my side of the bed. He’s still shirtless, which definitely gives me a bit of clarification on how we ended up in this predicament to begin with. “Mia, honey, I hate to say it, but I’m going to need my shirt back.”
I groan, finally bringing myself to sit up. “I guess I’ll get up then.”
Adam brushes a piece of hair behind my ear. Even though he admitted to freaking out on the inside, he’s not letting it show, and for that, I’m grateful.
“Maybe I should hold on to your shirt. You know, insurance to make sure you come back.”
That rich laugh of his comes, but instead of giving me a well-deserved snarky reply, he kisses me.
“You’re not going to be able to get rid of me that easily, honey.”
Chapter 17
Adam
I looked it up and Mia can have her matcha and poppy seed muffins. It’s a win…but after calling Jett, curiosity got the better of me, and I started looking at everything she can’t have. No cold cuts. Nothing raw, really. There’re medicines she can’t have. Shit, the list of dos and don’ts is long.
I had to force myself to put my phone down and not dive any deeper because I may resort to the worst-case scenarios of what could happen to Mia or our baby.
I meant it that this decision is up to her. If she didn’t want to go through with this, I would still want to be with her. But hearing her say she wants to consider having the baby first… How is it possible to be happy and so freaking scared at the same time?
The word “dad” is what terrifies me the most. It’s not the idea of Mia as a mom or the baby, but my role in it. I know I’m nothing like my father. But what if I fuck it all up in a different way? My job is demanding. The travel is insane.
Fuck. That reminds me I have to be at the stadium at one today for a game. I only have three more home games until we get on a plane and I’ll be gone for the next two weeks.
How in the hell are we going to do this? I know other players make it work, but Jett and Dex retired because of it. Their situations were a bit more unique, and their reasons for stepping away were valid, but I don’t know if I’m ready to leave yet.
Is that unfair to Mia, though? I don’t want her to have to give up a single second of her career either. She deserves it. She’s more than earned it, and then I come along and send her whole life on a completely different path.
