Page 73 of Won’t Let You Get Away

“Part of me still feels bad. Like this is my fault and that somehow, I should be reaching out to check on him and see how I can help make it easier for him.”

“That’s not fair to you, though. It’s not your responsibility to look after someone who wouldn’t do the same for you.” I wait forher to look back at me before continuing. “He’s an adult. Having his feelings hurt does not justify his behavior. If he needed to talk shit through, he could have gone to a therapist or sent you a text asking if you could clear the air. Not show up to berate you while you’re seven months pregnant and put you in the hospital.”

Bri holds my hand, letting my words soak in. I bend down beside her and kiss her forehead.

“Tucker sent me a text,” I tell her and pull out my phone. “Tommy came by with your parents. He escorted Paul to the Honeywell Inn. Tucker said to tell you that the rest of the meeting went perfectly, Ma practically charmed the pants off Leo. They also want us to let them know if you need anything.”

“Damn, I wanted to witness Ma meeting Leo. Those two are both huge flirts, it would have been fun watching them try to one up each other.”

I laugh, shaking my head just as the door opens behind me. A nurse follows behind the doctor, wheeling the ultrasound machine in.

“Oh, can you ask Tucker to do something for me?” Bri says while they set up the machine beside her.

“Of course.”

“Can you ask him to help Ma pack up some of my clothes and bring them to your house later?”

I grin down at her but she shrugs, trying and failing to hide her own smirk.

“We can get the rest of my things eventually.”

“So that’s a yes to moving in with me?” I ask hopefully.

She glances at me from the corner of her eye. “Only if you have enough space for all my books.”

“Sugar, I will knock down a wall and build you a library if that’s what it takes to make you move in with me.”

SABRINA

“What are you doing?” Noah asks, his voice breaking my concentration.

Startled, I drop the bread onto the counter and let out a yelp. Clapping a hand over my chest, I turn to face him.

“I just wanted a sandwich,” I explain with a sheepish grin.

He sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face before coming over to stand by me. “You’re supposed to text me for these things,” he scolds gently.

“Well, I had to go to the bathroom, so I was up anyway. Besides, you have actual work to do on the farm. You can’t keep dropping everything just because I wanted lunch.” I cross my arms and give him a playful glare before turning back to the bread. “I thought you were going out to work on the fence.”

“I did,” Noah nods, taking a tentative step towards me. “Only when I got out there, I was told to turn back around. Kenny has everyone whipped into shape and they’re almost done.”

“That’s good,” I grumble. While I’m glad that the work is getting done and that Noah is improving at delegating tasks, being on bed rest for three weeks has taken its toll on me and I am officially going stir crazy.

Even Noah has noticed how much it’s affecting me and offered to help me set up camp in the living room for a change of scenery today. But even with a different view, when he popped out to check on things around the farm, I couldn’t sit still any longer and decided to make myself a quick sandwich.

“Will you please go sit back down? I’ll bring you lunch,” Noah pleads with a hint of exasperation in his voice.

“Make me,” I sass playfully, knowing full well that my stubbornness will only last for another minute or two before my body forces me to rest. Like a child throwing a tantrum, I stick my tongue out at him.

“Make you what? A sandwich? Coming right up. Make you a mom?” His eyes slowly trail down my body before landing on my stomach as he smirks. “Already did that,” he adds teasingly.

He takes another calculated step towards me, his playful demeanor shifting to a more serious one. “Or do you want me to come over there, pick you up, carry you to the bed, spend the rest of the day taking care of you and giving you everything you could possibly need to make sure you stay off your feet?”

My cheeks flush at the thought of being taken care of by him and even though I have been feeling miserable for the past couple of days, a part of me can’t help but light up at the idea.

I open my mouth to respond but am cut off by the doorbell ringing.

“I’ll get it!” I say excitedly, turning to head toward the door.

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