Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Micah shakes his head. “You’re pregnant.”
“I know, but I’m a mom. It’s different.” One of the things I love about my sister-in-law is how much of a devoted mother she is. She reminds me so much of my mom, the way she loves her family so fiercely.
“I’m leaving now and will meet you at home,” Micah says.
“You don’t have to—”
“Hellcat, I’m on my way. I love you.”
After she returns the sentiment, he hangs up and looks at me. “Fucking woman is so stubborn.”
“It’s one of the many things you love about her.”
“True,” he agrees. “You should go to that appointment.”
“What—?” I start to play stupid, but when he hits me with a hard glare, I close my mouth.
“She’s the mother of your baby. You need to work shit out, unless you’re planning to have nothing to do with your child.” Micah quirks a knowing brow, and I sigh.
“Oh, and can you maybe take her to lunch afterward for her birthday?” he says, standing. “It’d make Sienna feel better knowing her sister isn’t spending the day alone. Plus, trust me when I say, you’ll regret missing out on these moments.”
I have no clue how I got here—at Live, Love, Dance—the dance studio Ellie bought for Sienna years ago when she found out she was rich, thanks to her dead sperm donor. But here I am, watching Ellie dance her heart out. She’s strong yet graceful as she moves to the beat, having no clue that she’s no longer alone.
When I arrived, Samantha was confused to see me, which makes sense, since the only time I come here is when my nieces ask me to come watch them, and neither one is here today. She was even more confused when I asked where Ellie was—which tells me Ellie hasn’t told anyone I’m her baby daddy yet.
Fuck, I’m someone’s baby daddy.
She pointed me in the direction of studio B, where I found Ellie immersed in the beat of the music.
When her eyes lock with mine in the mirror, she stills, then turns around and cocks her hip, her telltale sign she’s about to give me shit.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, her full lips forming a sexy pout. Fuck, no, not sexy. She’s not fucking sexy. But she really is.
As she sashays over to me, I can’t help but rake my gaze down her body. Her eyes are bright green and expressive today. Her slim neck is exposed, thanks to her hair being pulled up in a messy bun. Droplets of sweat are trailing down into the small sports bra she’s wearing, and my thoughts immediately go back to the night we spent together. I couldn’t see her well in the dark, but I remember after the third time we fucked, tasting her salty flesh. She had passed out from exhaustion, and instead of waking her up, I spent several minutes memorizing every inch of her body, knowing we’d part ways once she woke up, and I’d likely never see her again.
“I asked you a question,” she repeats. My eyes are currently on her toned legs, and when my gaze begins to ascend back to her face, I stop at her tiny bump. The bump that’s there because she’s carrying my baby. A baby we created during a night filled with passion.
And then I spent months searching for her...
“The girls are sick,” I blurt out, shaking myself from my thoughts. It doesn’t matter how attracted I was to her—okay, still am—this is Ellie, and I have to remind myself that she’ll always be off-limits, despite being pregnant with my baby.
“Oh no,” she says, moving past me and grabbing her phone. “I had my phone on silent, so I missed Sienna’s calls and messages. She just sent me one a few minutes ago, saying the girls are throwing up and running fevers. Poor things.” She types back a response and then says, “Shoot, it’s a good thing you interrupted me. I need to get ready to go to my appointment. I didn’t realize I had been dancing for so long.”
She grabs her stuff and is about to head out of the room when she realizes I’m still standing here. “Umm, thanks for letting me know about the girls.”
“I was actually thinking I could go with you to your appointment,” I mention. I wasn’t sure until I got here what I was going to do. Yeah, the baby is mine, but until he’s born, I figured it wasn’t really necessary to be actively involved. It’s not like I’m carrying the baby.
But as I stand here, taking her in, I realize that despite how fucked up this all is, I want to be involved.
“That’s not necessary,” Ellie says. “I’ve gone to all my previous appointments alone. It’s all good. I promise.”
“I know. You’re strong and independent, and you don’t need anyone.” I don’t mean for it to come across mockingly, but I can see how she’d take it that way.