Page 32 of Won’t Let You Get Away

“You’re pregnant?” He utters in disbelief.

Biting my lip nervously, I nod in affirmation.

“It’s only been three day?—”

“Months,” I correct him gently.

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

He runs a hand through his hair, drawing my attention to the way his biceps flex and strain against his short sleeves with the movement. My breath catches at the sight of his muscles, knowing just how it felt to be held up by those arms as he-nope.

Clearing my throat, I try to squash down my attraction and blame it on these damn pregnancy hormones.

I try hard not to think about our intimate moments, considering they’re the reason we’re here now. But the last time he kissed me, everything else blurred away except for the overwhelming pleasure I knew he could deliver.

“You’re pregnant.” Noah states.

“Yes.”

“And it’s…mine?”

“Yeah, it’s yours.” I whisper, not taking any offense to his question considering we both knew next to nothing about each other when we first slept together. Even now, we still only know the bare minimum.

“You’re the only person I’ve been with in the past year.” Keeping my hands busy, I rub my stomach and ramble on. “But I one hundred percent get it if you want a paterni?—”

“You’re havingmybaby?” He cuts me off and I nod.

“Yes, I am. But I don’t expect anything?—”

My words get lodged in my throat as Noah drops to his knees in front of me and looks up with pleading eyes.

“Can I…” He holds his hand up, watching me closely and all I can do is nod.

Gently, he places his palm beside mine. A smile stretches across his face as he leans in to whisper something that I can’t hear before he grins up at me.

There’s no stopping the tears that pool in my eyes at the sight of him.

“You’re not upset?” I ask quietly.

Noah drops his attention back to my stomach, his smile falling slightly as he answers.

“No. I’m feeling a lot of things right now, but upset because you’re pregnant with my child is not one of them.”

Looking up at the ceiling, I blink quickly to help not cry.

“But you’re upset about something?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, instead he watches as his thumb rubs back and forth over my lower stomach for a few seconds. With a heavy sigh, he shakes his head and pushes to his feet, but keeps his hand on my stomach.

“Honestly, I think upset isn’t the right word. I don’t even know…” He pauses, tilting his head and bringing his free hand up to cup my cheek. “You running from me last week and the other night makes sense now.”

I close my eyes and groan.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I was just too overwhelmed to think clearly. Regardless, I shouldn’t have let things go that far in your truck when you didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

His thumb catches one of the tears that break free.

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