AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“He waited for me after work one night, wanting me back. And he’s been texting me. But it’s nothing I can’t handle,” I add as Drew clenches his hands on top of the counter until his knuckles turn white. “And… I met with him this morning. I had to talk to him.”
“To tell him to leave you the fuck alone?” His brows pull together, and his lips settle into a grim line. “If he needs a hand understanding, I can help him out.”
“Not exactly. I had to see him, Drew.” I take another deep breath. “I had to tell him that he might… be the father of my baby.”
“You’re pregnant?” His eyes drop to my stomach, then back up, searching mine with an unreadable expression. “Sophie?”
I wipe my clammy palms on my pants. “I found out yesterday. I can’t be far along. It would have been around the time he and I broke up. Right before—”
“Before we slept together that first time?” Drew’s brows lift.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Sometime then.”
“Do you love him?” His gaze sears into me like a blue flame, making heat flash through my veins.
“What? No, of course not. I—”
He stands so fast his chair topples to the floor. My stomach drops, and the air leaves my lungs in a fast rush.
I screw my eyes shut, waiting for the sound of the front door slamming.
But it never comes.
“Sophie?” Large, warm hands wrap around my cheeks. “You’re pregnant?” His voice cracks as he holds me still and searches my eyes.
I nod.
“Pregnant,” he breathes. His face screws up as he repeats the word again like he can’t believe it. And I understand because I’m having a hard time believing it too.
“Yes.”
He blinks, thick, dark lashes fanning down over his cheeks. Then he crushes his lips to mine and kisses me.
Hard.
“Pregnant,” he mutters against my lips like the word suddenly makes perfect sense.
“I took a test. It was positive.”
He pulls back. “Can I see it?” His eyes widen. “I want to see it. Fuck, Sophie, do you have another? Can we take another one now? Together?” His frantic words tumble out fast before he kisses me again.
“I don’t. But we can get one.”
“We’re having a baby.” He presses his forehead against mine. “Fuck, we’re having a baby.” Then he starts kissing me again.
“Drew,” I whisper between his determined kisses. “The chances of it being yours are—”
“Stop.” He pauses, his lips barely leaving mine. “It’s yours, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
He kisses me again. “And you agreed, remember? From now on, it’s you and me?”
I stifle a sob as warmth rushes my chest and my stomach jumps toward my throat. This was the last reaction I was expecting but the most incredible. He’s… happy. I look into his glittering eyes.Scratch that, he’s ecstatic.
“You and me,” I echo, barely able to form the words around the emotional lump in my throat.
His gaze softens and he kisses me again slowly, one hand dropping to my stomach. “Then this baby isours.”
