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"I feel fine now."
"Anika," he sighed her name.
"Jaylen."
"Go to sleep."
"As if I could now."
"We will find a doctor, there is a friend of the family who would be discreet. We do not want this getting out."
"The price of being a celebrity."
"Precisely." Letting go of her hands, he gathered her into his arms and held on, breathing in deeply. "Whatever comes, we will face it together."
*****
"We are not telling anyone. Not even your assistant. Just your dad," she said firmly as he helped her into the passenger seat of the vehicle. "I like Brandy, but people talk. And I don't want it splashed all over the internet." She settled back against the seat and closed her eyes.
"How do you feel?"
"Great. And strange. I have a human being growing inside me."
"You are going to do great," he assured her. On the one hand, he was happy that he was going to be a father, but he remembered what his dad had been like and how he had been more absent than present. Besides that, their love was new, and he had wanted to concentrate on just the two of them.
"You don't sound too convincing," she intuited.
"I am fine. We will be fine."
"Jaylen."
"What?"
"Talk to me."
"I might be a lousy father."
"When I said that I might not be a good mother, you assured me that I was not like the woman who gave birth to me."
His hands tightened on the steering wheel. "The old man was never there."
"Ah. I am going to tell you the same thing you told me. You are not him."
"I am a damn model. Is that what I am going to tell my child?"
"What's wrong with that?" she demanded. "Are you ashamed of your profession?"
"I pranced in front of a camera, pose sometimes with my shirt off, and smile. It does not take much brain power to do something like that."
"You have two degrees from freaking Harvard and speak four languages. You could be anything you want to be."
"And I choose a career that does not require much thinking."
"What the hell is going on with you?"
He touched the left signal that would take them into the parking lot of the corporate office. "I am really scared," he blurted.
"Of what?" He had parked the car and was leaning back with his eyes closed.
