I squeeze my hands into tighter fists, refraining from rubbing them carefully over the starting-to-show belly.
Let me tell you how hard it is to accept that you’re pregnant, when you “carrying in your back”. At thirty-weeks, I’ve only just started to show.
But right now?
Right now, I’m thankful for that.
I can hide behind a hoodie.
Cade will never have to know.
I can hopefully keep my secret a little bit longer…
Cade appears to finish his phone call and I see him put his phone in his pants.
Like…
In his pants.
I find myself smiling again at the ridiculousness, and this time, I allow myself the small joy.
He then takes his sunglasses off his face, hooking them in the back of his shirt.
He is such a guy’s guy.
Nothing about him says “Hollywood Heartthrob” right now, although I wouldn’t be surprised to see this little show he’s doing, the phone and sunglasses thing, with the overgrown hair and down-and-dirty clothing, only making women want him more.
It’s really not a bad look on him.
My feet are firmly planted in my spot, even though I see him making his way toward the front door.
Maybe if I don’t answer…
Shit.
He was able to get past the gates.
There’s no way a locked front door will keep him out.
Better now than later.
If I can get him on his way…
With a sigh, I step away from the window.