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)
Julia just stares at me seriously and then throws her head back and laughs out loud. “If you weren’t in love with him, you wouldn’t be having his baby.” I open my mouth to say something, and she holds up her hand. “I know, I know that you love the baby, but a little piece of you had to love him to even think about doing it alone.”
“I mean, I obviously liked him, or I wouldn’t have slept with him,” I admit to her, and I hear the shower turn off. “But I’m not in love with him.”
“Okay.” She rolls her eyes. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“I have to go,” I say, annoyed as I sit in the middle of his bed.
“Say hi to the baby daddy for me,” she says, and I quickly disconnect before she mentions I love him, and he hears it.
Looking up when I see him walking out of the bathroom with a white towel around his waist, I can still see little droplets of water on his chest, and I swallow. “I love you naked,” he says, coming to the side of the bed and dropping his towel, showing me his cock. “But you’re even sexier in my clothes.” He gets into bed beside me, and I look into his blue eyes, and my heart stops in my chest at the same time I realize that I am, in fact, in love with him.
Chapter 35
Michael
“Hey, Dad.” I look at the phone when his face fills the screen. I can tell from the back wall that he is in the home gym.
“Hey, son,” he says, and his face fills with a huge smile. “Where are you?”
I attach the phone to the plastic device that holds it up. “I’m in the car. I just left practice,” I say, pulling out of the parking lot. “And I’m headed over to get Jillian so we can go look at houses.”
“That sounds good,” he says, and I look at him as I wait for him to finish because I know that he has more to say. “Your aunt sent me a couple of the houses that she picked for you.”
“Yeah,” I say, smirking, shaking my head looking at him, not that I’m surprised by any of this. In fact, I’m more surprised that he didn’t get on a plane and fly out to visit them with us. “And?” I wait for it.
His face forms the same smirk I just gave him. “There is one I really like, but I’m going to hold off on my opinion until you two see the house,” he says, making me laugh.
“That’s a first,” I tease, making him laugh.
“Did she agree to move in with you yet?” he asks, and I look at him.
“Dad, it’s not that easy,” I explain, my stomach burning. “We’ve only been dating for a week.” I point out to him, and he actually rolls his eyes at me.
“I knew that I wanted your mother to live with me, and we weren’t even dating,” he says, and I shake my head. “We got married, and we weren’t even living together.”
“Yes, we were.” I hear my mother’s voice as she comes to stand by my father. He looks at her with so much love, his eyes have always been for her, and he would die without her.
“Your family didn’t even know we were dating.” My father puts his arms around her and brings her in to kiss her lips.
“This is very true,” my mother confirms, looking at me. “Here is some crazy advice.” Both my father and I groan out. “How about you just ask her?”
“That’s not good advice,” my father counters. “You just need to convince her that she needs to move in with you.”
“Wow, this is all great advice,” I tell them. “But I have to go.”
“Call us when you make a decision about the house,” my father says, and I disconnect the phone when I get back to my place. I take the elevator up to the apartment, and the minute I step foot into it, I can hear the television playing. “Hey,” I say, walking into the kitchen and seeing her sitting on the bench. I wrap my arms around her, and she tips her head back, her eyes lighting up. “Missed you.”
In the last week, we have alternated staying at her place and at mine, and when I have games, she opts to stay with me at my place so I don’t have to travel so far. I never had such a connection with someone before. It feels like I’ve known her forever, like we’ve been together since we were younger. I can’t explain it even if I tried to. “Hi.” She kisses under my jaw. “Are you hungry?”
“I ate at the rink.” I rub my nose to hers. “Did you fall back asleep when I left?”