Page 104 of Accidental Baby Daddy

I giggled. “It seems like he never meets a stranger.”

“Not a single one,” Oliver agreed, laughing as we headed out of the arcade. Trent had pouted a little about leaving, but he didn’t throw a fit. He really was a good kid.

Later that night, after I’d read Trent three stories before he finally went to sleep, I crawled into Oliver’s bed, gasping at the luxuriousness of the soft sheets.

“Why don’t I have these sheets?”

“Because you have been living in the guest house,” Oliver said. “At least, until now.”

I groaned in pleasure as I pulled the sheets and comforter over me. “Well, I want these sheets.”

Oliver frowned. “These are your sheets.”

My cheeks flushed pink. “Are you sure you want me to move in so quickly?”

“Yes,” he said instantly.

“But Trent?—”

“Trent loves you. He’s already calling you mommy. I want you here with me, with us, Lex.”

“I guess it would give your parents some time to reconnect,” I mused. “Having me watch Trent instead.”

“And it would give you two time to bond before the baby gets here.” Oliver smiled. “It’s perfect.”

I thought about it for a long moment, biting my lip. Itwasn’t like I was worried about moving in with Oliver, or even bonding with Trent. What I was really afraid of, well, it was hard to explain, even to myself.

“Something’s wrong,” Oliver pointed out, covering me with his body, pressing his forehead against mine. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I swallowed hard, feeling tears threatening again. God, was I going to cry through this whole pregnancy?

“I’m afraid,” I admitted softly.

“Afraid of what?”

“Of losing this,” I said with a slight wave of my hand. “Of losing you, losing Trent. Losing all of this. Because well, I lost it before.”

“That was because of my stupidity,” Oliver said with a frown. “And I’ll never be that stupid again, I promise you that.”

I looked at him then leaned up to kiss him.

“You’d better not be,” I muttered.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I kissed him again, and when he guided himself inside me, I knew that thiswasperfect, just like I’d thought earlier.

Nothing and no one would ever take it from me again.

Perhaps fairy tales could come true.

Chapter 32

Oliver

Six Months Later

Ipaced around the back of the church, my palms sweating.

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