Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
I laugh at her, shaking my head. “God, no.”
I put the two bags in my hand on the counter, and she just looks over at me. “What did you order?” she asks.
“I got two of everything.” I sit next to her and take off my baseball hat, putting it on the counter.
“You know I already have a collection of your hats.” She sticks her head in one of the bags and grabs a fry.
I pull my track jacket off when she holds out a fry for me. Instead of taking it in my hand, I bend and take it with my mouth. My cock springs to action as I look up and see the same look she gave me that night when we first met.
She pulls out one of the burgers and hands it to me, then grabs one for herself. I open the two bags beside me and pull out the food for her. “Are those fried pickles?” she asks, clapping her hands.
I pass her the container as she takes one. “Thank you,” she says to me with a huge smile. “For today.”
“You are more than welcome,” I say, looking at her as she takes a bite of her burger. “Now that you are eating, we need to discuss things.”
Chapter 28
Jillian
“You are more than welcome,” he says as I take a bite of the greasy burger, and it does not disappoint. “Now that you are eating, we need to discuss things.” I stop mid-chew and look over at him.
“I think we should discuss a couple of things,” I suggest as I swallow the bite that I have in my mouth. My stomach automatically gets sick, and for the first time, I know it’s not the baby this time.
“Good,” he says, taking a bite of his own burger. “I called my father and asked him to add you to my insurance.” I’m about to argue with him. “The baby will go under me as soon as he or she is born.” I can’t really say anything to him about that, so I’ll leave him with that one. “How much have you spent on the baby since you found out you were pregnant?” he asks, looking over at me.
I shrug my shoulder. “I’m not sure.” It’s an honest answer.
“I’m going to write you a check for forty thousand dollars,” he says, and all I can do is look at him, my mouth hanging open a bit.
“One,” I say, putting up my finger. “I haven’t come close to spending forty thousand dollars.” I take another bite of the burger. “Two, are you out of your mind?”
He laughs, and I have the need to lean over and rub my nose along his jawline while I kiss him. “Completely out of my mind.” Putting down his burger, he gets up to get himself a glass of water. “Today when she asked you about the ultrasound.”
I raise my hand to stop him from talking. “It’s not that big of a deal.” His eyes go dark, and I can see him fighting off tears.
“It was a big deal to me.” His voice is cracking. “My job is to make sure that you and the baby never want for anything.” He comes back over to the stool beside me. “And I was not doing my job.”
“Michael.” My hand goes to his arm. “I never felt you weren’t taking care of the baby. Not once.” My thumb rubs his big arm. I want to get off my chair and hug him. I want to get lost in his arms.
“Then let me pay you back,” he whispers. “I can never repay you for taking care of the baby alone.” He looks back at his burger and picks it up. “There is no monetary price I can put on it.”
My heart breaks that he had this thought at the doctor’s office. “How about I check my papers, and then we can decide on an amount?” I try to meet him in the middle. “I have a question.”
“Okay.” He takes a bite of his burger.
“It might sound stupid.” I take a bite of my own burger as he waits for me to ask him the question. “But how does your job work?” He chuckles. “Like do you go to work every day?”
He shakes his head. “So when we don’t play, that day we have practice and then off-ice training. When we play, we usually have to be at the rink about four hours before. Some of us even go in the morning and skate and then nap before the game at night. There is always off-ice training the day of the game.”
“So today, you were at the rink all day long?” I ask, and he nods, taking another bite of his burger.
“Tomorrow is a game day,” he informs me. “So I will go and get a skate in the morning and then come home at noon. I’ll take a nap for a couple of hours and then head in for the game.” I’m so intrigued by all of this, and I’ve never ever been interested in anything that has to do with hockey. “I got Julia tickets for tomorrow’s game.” He looks over. “You want to come with her?”