Page 6 of Moore the Merrier


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“Yeah, except the lab messed up, and they didn’t use Wyatt’s sperm. They used my boss’s.”

“Care, I’m so excited for y—what?” Arizona began to howl with laughter.

Of course, this would be her reaction. I’d questioned her sanity not six months ago when she’d told me she’d fallen in love with a twenty-three-year-old and was moving to Italy to be with him.

“Arizona.”

“Oh, this is just perfect.” Her laughter continued to peal through the receiver, and I sighed in annoyance. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t take pleasure in this, but this is fate, and you can’t deny that.”

“Call it whatever you want, but I have no idea what to do. Do I tell him? Do I just go about my life and raise the baby on my own?” I wasn’t going to cuckold him into a relationship. I wasn’t that kind of woman. And if he wanted a baby of his own, he wouldn’t be donating sperm.

“I actually wanted to tell you something, too, I’m pregnant as well.”

“Really? That’s great.” Lucky for her, she was married to the father of the baby, and this did not help my problem. “When are you due?”

“December, so not long after you. Maybe it’ll be a Christmas baby.”

“That would be nice,” I said, trying to keep my annoyance from my tone. As happy as I was for her, I needed to talk about my problem.

“I have to go, sorry. Malcolm just walked in. I haven’t told him yet.”

“Alright. Take care.”

“Thanks, you too. Love you, Care.”

I sighed, dropping my phone on my desk as my eyes found Owen once more. He pulled his hoodie over his head, the hem of his t-shirt going with it to reveal the washboard abs underneath. My stomach tightened with desire, and I forced myself to look away.

What on Earth was I going to do?

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