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The bedroom door opened and Gramma poked her head inside. “Farren, dear, you have a visitor. It’s that devilishly handsome gentleman from the hospital today. He’s waiting for you in the living room.” At that, she pulled Farren’s door to and retired to her bedroom.
Farren went into a frenzy of nerves. What was he doing here? She looked down at the white tank top and cotton pajama pants she was wearing, thinking she should change, but there was no time. He was out there waiting for her.
She went out into the living room and saw him standing, looking more nervous than she had ever seen him look in all the months she’d known him now. Come to think of it, she had never seen him look nervous. This probably wasn’t a good sign.
“Mr. Rayner? What’s wrong?” she asked.
He turned to her, and she noticed a cut on his lip. His shirt was torn, and he looked like he had been through hell and back. Her eyes went wide, and she looked to him questioningly.
“Farren, can we go somewhere and talk?” he asked.
She nodded. “Let me just grab a coat.”
They walked down to his truck and s
tarted driving. He had nowhere in particular he was planning to go, but he thought it might be easier for her to talk to him if he had his eyes on the road and not looking straight at her like he would have liked to do.
After a few miles, he broke the silence between them. “I went to see Paul tonight.”
“You did?” she asked in surprise, turning her head to look at him.
He nodded, looking back at her briefly before turning his eyes back on the road.
“Why?” she asked, softly.
“Because it fucking pissed me off that he wasn’t going to step up and be a father to your child. I couldn’t stand by and let you raise this baby alone. You deserve better than that,” he explained.
Competing emotions warred inside her. She was mortified that he had went to Paul and told him God only knew what, but at the same time, hearing the words that had followed gave her a warm, hopeful feeling.
“I see…” was all she could come up with to say.
Before she knew it, he had pulled over into an empty parking lot and put the truck in park. He shifted in his seat to face her, and he unbuckled her seatbelt to pull her closer to him.
“Farren, this baby is mine, isn’t it?”
Ashamed, she looked out the front windshield to avoid his eye contact.
He brought his hand up to her chin and brought her gaze back to him, leaving his hand on her cheek. “It’s okay. You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here,” he told her.
Her eyes met his, and she wanted to believe him. Her thoughts went back to Gramma’s words from earlier that now echoed in her mind.
Sometimes you just have to have a little faith.
Her eyes sparkled with tears that threatened to spill, but she took a deep breath and decided once and for all.
“Yes, Rogan, you are the father,” she admitted, and she watched him to see his reaction.
It was quiet for what felt like ages, and then she watched a smile spread from one corner of his mouth to the other.
He said nothing. He didn’t have to. He leaned into her and kissed her with the crushing force of passion. He pulled her into his lap so that she straddled him, and he threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her in to kiss her, deep, warm, and hard.
It was overwhelming, but his hands in her hair felt so good. His lips against hers were like heaven, and she couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. She felt so happy to be in his arms, and for him to know this secret she’d been holding in for weeks. She had thought he would leave when he found out that her baby was his, but here he was, right here in front of her, not going anywhere.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered into her mouth as he pulled her lower lip in to suck and nibble and run his smooth tongue over.
She pulled back to look at him. She brushed her fingers over the cut on his lip, the scar just beneath, the scar over his eyebrow, and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes. She felt so much for this man, there was no other answer.
“Okay,” she agreed, and before she knew it, he was carrying her into his tenth story condo in the upscale Worthington District of Houston with her legs wrapped around his waist.
