Page 40 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

But I was off the mark, completely wrong. Because instead of recriminations, instead of nasty accusations or even worse, cold, deadly commands to march myself to the nearest Planned Parenthood, Rob let out a choked laugh.

“Really?” he ground out. “Are you sure?” he added carefully, like he was happy, so happy in fact that he was terrified it wasn’t true.

“I’m sure,” I said numbly, still believing the worst was yet to come. “The doctor said. I got a blood test.”

And Rob let out a shout of joy then, so loud that the receiver jumped against my ear.

“Baby, that’s fucking fantastic,” he ground out. “How soon can you get here? Or scratch that, I’ll be there in an hour, give me an hour honey, I’ll take the helicopter, it’s fine. You’re at Hudson right? Baby, just hold on,” he commanded. “I’ll be right there.”

And I stood still as a statue, frozen with shock.

“You-you want to keep the baby?” I asked in a wavery voice, chin trembling. “You want to keep it?”

And Rob shouted again, this time with rage, exasperation, joy, wonder, and happiness all rolled into one. But he got himself under control enough to growl into the phone.

“You bet I want to keep it,” he ground out. “You bet I want my son or daughter, I want that baby and I want you, Mandy Jones. I’ve been waiting for you to call, it’s been a fucking hellhole doing nothing, twiddling my thumbs, sitting on my ass. But now we have this,” he ground out. “And nothing’s gonna keep me away, baby, nothing. So get ready … because your life has just begun.”

And with that, he clicked off, probably on his way to summon the helicopter. I stood there shocked, disbelieving, blinking blindly in the bright light of day. Because he’d been waiting for me to call? Rob had been waiting for me to make the first move? For the last month, we’d both been unhappy, morose and depressed, thinking that the other didn’t care? And suddenly, I realized it didn’t matter anymore. We’d had a month of hell, but now with the baby, things were going to be okay. I had an alpha male on his way, rushing to my side, eager to claim his baby, and to claim me as well. Rob was going to be an amazing father, an incredible dad, and an even more incredible partner. I wasn’t sure how things would work out exactly, what the specific contours of our relationship would be, but it would work out. Because this baby was conceived not just in passion, but in love … and his parents absolutely, certifiably adored one another.

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