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Saying it out loud doesn’t make me believe it any more, but I believe in manifestation and we’re manifesting this. I can be a badass mother. Iwillbe a badass mother. Holland’s advice hit home, Iampregnant, so it’s time to put on my highest heels, raise my chin a little higher and figure this shit out.
First things first… I have to talk to Graham. If we’re actually going to do this thing, you know, raise a baby together, there has to be a clear, concise plan.
Ugh, how in the hell am I going to raise a baby with Graham Adams?
It’s all fun and games when he’s railing you from behind with your hair in his fist, until you’re pregnant with his kid.
Glancing in the mirror, I turn sideways and peer at my stomach. I flatten the t-shirt over the span of skin. I’m probably only around fourteen-ish weeks, if my calculations are correct, but soon… this belly will be huge.
I groan, dropping my head to stare at the ceiling. I’m so out of my element.
My first year as an associate and I’m going to be taking an extended period of time off for maternity leave.
I’m spiraling. Again.
I suck in a deep breath, willing myself to calm down and take it one step at a time.
Graham will be here any second to talk, and the sooner it happens, the sooner we can move forward and start preparing. Moving from my bedroom to the kitchen, I open the pizza box and pull out a greasy, cheesy piece of pepperoni pizza and take a bite. I should wait for Graham, but… I need energy. The flu knocked me on my ass, and I’ve only been feeling slightly better the last few days, and I think that has everything to do with the baby.
Ten minutes later, I hear him knock. I suck in a deep, calming breath and open the door, holding a slice of pizza in my other hand.
He’s leaning against the door frame, wearing dark, ripped jeans and a burgundy t-shirt that hugs his arms, making me slightly turned-on.
Bad Emery. No.
“Hey Em,” he drawls. His southern accent peeking through slightly.
“Hi, come in. There’s pizza on the counter if you’re hungry. You guys had practice, right?”
He nods. “Fucking starving. All I want after practice is food.”
“You’re just like Reed. He used to eat my mom out of house and home after days on the ice. My mom used to say that she was going to have to put a lock on the pantry because of all his late-night raids. Apparently, it’s still a thing.”
Graham walks through the living room into the kitchen and pulls out a slice of pizza then takes a huge bite. His eyes roll back and he moans. “Jesus fuck, that’s so good. I don’t normally eat bad shit, but off-season is happening which means I can splurge… a little.”
I nod, shuffling from one foot to the other.
“So…” I say.
“Sooo…” he responds through a mouthful of pizza, “you’re having my baby.”
Stupid butterflies. My stomach flips and turns at that sentence, and I inwardly curse myself for liking it even the slightest bit.
“I am havingourbaby.”
He puts the pizza slice down and walks over to me, then pulls me to him and kisses me before I can even blink. His mouth crushing mine and his tongue dancing along the seam of my lips. It takes a second for me to come to my senses before I push him away, panting.
“What the hell, Adams!”
Laughing, he walks back over to his pizza. “I am so fucking happy.”
“You’re... happy?”
This is unreal. He’s the human version of a golden retriever. I’m convinced.
“Of course I am, Em. You’re having my baby. I was nervous at first, then I took some quiet time, reflected on it, and I’m convinced that fate brought us together just for this reason.”
I bring my hands to my head and massage the ache that’s begun to form in my forehead.
