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Chapter 16 Bren
Bren
Two minutes after he was done with his little speech, I was still blinking back at him in stunned silence.
“So, let me just get this straight,” I said, finally finding my voice. “You want to wait until I’m almost two months pregnant to find out if I’m pregnant at all?”
It sounded ridiculous-ludicrous, even. I had to be missing something.
But no, he just sat there with those clear blue eyes staring at me, as if this was the most obvious solution on the planet.
“I’ve thought a lot about it and I think this is the only way.” He nodded. “To know if there’s definitely something here that has nothing to do with this potential baby, which I think there is.”
“Right.” I took a deep breath and stared down at the envelope. “I guess…I just don’t see why it matters. Like, either we get along and everything is great or we don’t and then have seven months instead of eight to figure out how we’re going to raise a baby.”
Both of which, of course, were terrible options.
After all, I didn’t want to see where this led. Hadn’t I told him as much by sneaking out that night? And hadn’t I made that loud and clear when he’d asked me about it at dinner?
He was a nice guy, a romantic. A hot, successful doctor with a heart of gold and magic hands.
He was exactly the kind of guy a girl could fall for.
If a girl wanted to fall. Which I, most definitely, did not.
“I just don’t think either of us should settle,” he said. “If we find out that we have a baby coming, we’ll want to make it work between us for the baby’s sake.”
“Or we could never try and successfully co-parent because we never crossed that boundary to begin with,” I countered, half hoping he would agree and half hoping that he’d shut me down.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
He tapped his fingers on his desk, staring long and hard at the wood before his gaze rose to mine again. “Do you really think that’s an option? We’re going to spend years co-parenting together not knowing what it’s like to be with each other again-after everything that happened that night-and we’ll both never have a moment of weakness and want to find out? Maybe you can, but I know I sure as fuck can’t.”
His gaze burned through me, and again I remembered the heat of his body against my skin, the weight of his as he moved on top of me, filling me with so much pleasure I felt like I could explode.
I swallowed hard, tamping down any lingering desire. Dismissing it as irrelevant to our future. “The attraction is not something I can deny,” I admitted.
“So this is the only way. The right way. Let’s see where it goes.”
“But if we have a baby on the way, there are things we need to discuss. Giving up a whole month just to pretend this isn’t happening-”
“Then let’s not. If it’s that important to you to get a plan together, let’s go somewhere and set one up. You and me. Once all that is laid out, we’ll be able to continue not knowing. Unless, of course, you hadn’t planned on keeping the baby?”
Automatically my hand moved to my stomach, and I considered what he’d said. The words had been free of hurt or judgment, and I knew he was allowing this to be my decision, but the choice had already been made. In truth, it had never been a question at all for me.
“I’m keeping it,” I said. “If there’s a baby.”
He nodded. “If there’s a baby.”
He held out his hand and nodded toward the envelope, and I handed it to him. He stuffed it in his pocket, shrugged off his lab coat, then moved past me to the row of hooks behind my chair. Picking up the leather jacket hanging there, he put it on, then held out his hand to me again. “Now let’s go. Time’s a-wasting.”
I followed him, and together we walked through the office, through the atrium of the building, and finally out onto the street, where a friendly row of shops greeted us.
“You like frozen yogurt?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Good. There’s a really good place over here.” He nodded toward a little shop with a pink awning. We approached it, and then he held the door open for me.
I stepped in and stared at the wall of options, momentarily overwhelmed.