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ADDISON
Wyatt had claimed our baby in the doctor’s office without even knowing the baby was his. That went to show how much of a chivalrous guy he was, but at the same time, his happiness made my heart ache. I came so close to telling him the truth, but I kept my secret and left the doctor’s office with him.
He helped me into the car, his large hand going to the small of my back, and then he took me to lunch. Once we finished eating, he dropped me off at home, and I stood on the porch and watched him pull away.
The entire day felt unreal—being with Wyatt at the baby appointment and then having lunch with him. He didn’t know he was the father, yet he had treated me to a comfortable day and took care of all my needs. I loved him for the man he was, and I wasn’t sure I could keep being around him and not be with him.
Days passed, and I began to feel a bit better during the day. But while my stomach managed to settle, I started having terrible nightmares about Wyatt leaving and never coming back. It was killing me. The nightmares were so vivid I would wake up in a cold sweat and gasping for air.
Most afternoons, I took Dad to his appointments and made dinner once we were home. I spent most of my mornings on the front porch swing reading a book and enjoying the fresh feeling of a new day. I was doing just that when I heard wheels crunching through the gravel of our driveway. Thinking it was another one of Mom’s deliveries for work, I didn’t look up until I heard someone clear their throat.
When I looked up, Wyatt was standing there. He looked delicious. Tall, dark, and so incredibly sexy in his comfortable jeans and button-up shirt. His sleeves were rolled back to his elbows, showing off a tiny bit of the ink on his arms. Even his forearms turned me on.
My body began to hum, the soft spot between my thighs throbbing for the release I knew he could give me.
His dark hair was wild as if he had been running his fingers through it, and his head was down as if deep in thought. I wanted to go to him, push my fingers into this thick hair, and kiss him. I wanted to take away whatever it was that was burdening him.
Allison’s absence was taking a terrible toll on him. He was losing weight, and circles formed under his eyes. He really missed her … me, and it broke my heart so abruptly it took my breath away.
Stepping onto the porch, he paused and looked out over the yard as if he knew he wasn’t supposed to be here. And I guessed in a way he shouldn’t be. There was no reason for him to be here. Allison wasn’t here. Just me, and as far as everyone else knew, Wyatt and I had no reason to be alone together.
He sighed and turned toward the door, but when he saw me sitting on the side of the porch, he stopped. A slow smile spread across his face, lighting his dark eyes, which were slowly sliding from my face and down over my baggy shirt.
“Hey, Addy, how are you feeling this morning?”
“I’m okay. I think the morning sickness has passed, thankfully.”
His dark gaze moved back up my body, and it felt like every place he looked was being touched. I could feel his hands against my skin even though he stood across the porch from me.
“Good. I hated seeing you so miserable.”
“I hate seeing you miserable too.”
His shoulders stiffened. “I’m fine.”
I stood and went to him, taking his hand in mine, and he squeezed it as if my hand in his was the only thing holding him together.
My soul burned to be with him. To take away his pain and for us to be together again. I went to bed every night wishing I was in his arms, but I woke up every morning knowing it was impossible. We were amazing together, and I hated that he thought he had fallen in love with my sister in Bora Bora.
Suddenly, the blood rushed from my head, and the porch started to spin a bit as dizziness took over. I must have gotten up too fast to go to him. My knees weakened, and just as I was about to drop, he swept me up into his arms.
My eyes got caught in his, and I felt the stark desire in his dark gaze.
“Room?” he asked.
I swallowed my desire and almost choked. “What?”
A sexy smirk tugged at his thick lips. “Let me take you to your room. You’re obviously not feeling well.”
“No. You can put me down. I think I’m fine.”
He chuckled but didn’t move to put me down. “You almost fainted. Now shut it and tell me where your room is. You need to rest for a while. You’re weak.”
“I’m not weak,” I snapped. “I’m just …”
“You’re just what?”
