Page 67 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

We’re having a girl.

The doctor returned, announcing their next appointment for March 30th, but it barely registered in his mind. Everything seemed distant compared to the overwhelming revelation. Allison’s gentle tug led him toward the parking lot, her soft voice asking for the car keys, but the beep of the car unlocking felt miles away. He barely noticed as she maneuvered him into the passenger seat before taking the wheel.

Through it all, Angelo remained in a daze, unable to process the life-altering news.

We’re having a baby girl.

“Angelo? Angelo, can you hear me?”

Allison’s concerned voice finally snapped him out of his trance.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay? You’ve been out of it for the past half hour,” she said, her voice filled with worry. He hadn’t realized that much time had passed. To him, it felt like seconds. To him, it felt like a lifetime.

“Sorry,” he managed, his voice rough and gravelly, as if something was lodged in his throat, burning with each word.

We’re having a girl.

“Are you…” Allison trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. She fidgeted with her fingers, twisting and untwisting them in a nervous dance, her eyes avoiding his. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken words and her uncertainty.

“What?” he asked, his voice thick with confusion. His brain felt sluggish, struggling to catch up, leaving him as bewildered as a toddler grappling with their first words.

“Did you not…” She trailed off again, but something clicked in his mind, and suddenly he understood what she couldn’t voice.

Oh, my sweet girl.

“Allison,” he said. Just her name. And she paused, like that was all she needed to hear.

She looked at him, and something must have blazed in his eyes because she gasped, her jade eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

She reached for his hand this time, and he didn’t dare move. He was afraid that if he so much as twitched, she would pull away. He didn’t want her to pull away.

“We’re having a girl, Pinkie,” Angelo said, a smile spreading across his face and the moisture left her eyes, trailing down her cheeks.

She squeezed his hand. “We’re having a girl,” she whispered, as if saying it louder might wake her from a dream.

Angelo reached out to brush the tears from her cheeks, unable to bear seeing her cry, even if those tears were from happiness.

No tears should fall from these eyes ever again.

She stilled.

He froze.

He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Fuck.

They both went still, barely breathing. His hand hovered midair, the other clutched in Allison’s smaller palm.

He didn’t know what to do.

I’ve officially fucked up. She’ll think I’m weird. A pervert. Or worse.

But then Allison blushed. She always blushed so prettily for him, but she had never looked him in the eye while doing it. She always looked away, too bashful to look in his direction. Now she was staring into his eyes, and she was still holding his hand, andhis heart was going to explode, and his cock was stiffening by the second and—

No. I refuse to ruin this moment by thinking with my dick.

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