Page 88 of Scores Of The Heart

“And?” I prompt. Though I pretty much know what it involves, it still makes me feel good hearing the fact she’s been looking into how we can be together and date like a normal couple.

“We have to do what we thought we would and talk to HR. Obviously my dad comes first, but it can all be sorted out as long as we’re upfront about it.”

“Sounds too easy,” I chuckle.

“Which is why we have to come clean sooner rather than later.”

“As soon as we get back, Cind. I want to make it official.”

“Do you know what else I want?” She asks, cutely standing with a hand on her hip.

I raise my eyebrow while my dick already responds to what he wants.

“What’s that baby?”

“You. When I get out of the shower.”

I nearly choke on my drink. “Fuck, Cind.”

She laughs. “Let’s fool around, babe. I need to have a quick wash first.”

“Be my guest.” I’d offer to go help, but I don’t wanna insert myself into her shower time without being invited. I mean, she’d ask right if she wanted me to join her, right?

I’d find that so hot. And a good way for us to warm things up.

But I keep my butt planted as she sashays off to the shower. “Hurry,” I muse as she disappears around the corner. I hear her faint laugh that carries behind her.

* * *

Ten minutes later, my body is stiff and not in a good way.

I stare at the message from Stacey. A few messages just bounced back and forth while Cindy was in the shower. I can hear her in the bathroom humming and moving around.

I read Stacey’s text again.

I’m pregnant.

What the fuck is she talking about?

I swallow hard, sitting forward. My brain is going from ten to the dozen.

Is she serious? Pregnant? With my kid?

I mean, it must be mine. Why would she be wanting to talk to me so urgently after all this time?

I stand and pace the floor a couple of times. I need some air before Cindy comes out.

“Cind, I’m just gonna go grab some snacks from the little store downstairs for later.”

“Okay,” she hollers. There’s a mini bar here, of course, but I need an excuse to step out and call Stacey.

With my heart in my mouth and my hands shaking, I get to the elevators but decide to take the stairs in case the phone cuts out.

I dial her number quickly, but it rings out.

What the fuck is she doing? She sends me a message like that but now isn’t answering her cell? I want to throw the damned thing down the stairs.

She can’t be fucking pregnant. And why would she wait until now to tell me?

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