Page 125 of Baby Daddy Wanted

I failed to bite back my smile. He knew I liked being bossed around from time to time. I don’t know why. I guess it helped me snap out of girlboss mode and made me feel…like a smitten teenager. Not that I’d admit that to Finn. It was hard enough pretending his affection didn’t totally go to my head.

I hurried back to the bedroom and dug some pajama pants out of the drawer he emptied for me before stealing a Velvet Underground tee from his side of the dresser. Then I hung my skirt and jacket, made sure my pantyhose were well out of Otis’s reach, and closed myself in the bathroom.

I needed to take a deep breath and collect my thoughts for a moment. Because Finn wasn’t the only one with big news to share.

I faced the mirror and lifted my shirt, dropping my eyes to my belly before laying a palm flat against it. A swell of emotion rose in my throat as I thought back to that morning when I’d closed myself in the handicapped bathroom and peed on yet another stick, trying not to get emotional about it. Trying not to get my hopes up.

But I’d taken enough pregnancy tests now that I didn’t need to dig the box out of the trash to double check what the plus sign meant. Besides, I already knew. Chalk it up to women’s intuition, but as soon as my period didn’t come this month, I knew.

This was happening.

Finally.

With the greatest guy on earth.

I dropped the T-shirt and looked up to find myself smiling. Glowing, actually. But why wouldn’t I be?

All my dreams were coming true, even the wildest ones.

And they smelled like chicken and waffles.

So I let my hair down, just as Finn taught me to do.

Then I took a deep breath, rolled my shoulders back, and went to break the news to my best friend that he was going to be my baby’s daddy.

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