Page 133 of Forgot to Tell You Something

Wonderful. Now, I’m getting fired. Let’s add that onto this already banner day.

We walk out of the operating suite, and Owen pulls off his mask and surgical cap, running his hand over his head. “Let’s get you something to eat.”

Without a word, I follow him to the doctor’s lounge, sinking into a chair. He grabs two waters out of the fridge and places one in front of me before taking a seat next to me.

“So...”

I fiddle with the bottle cap, willing my stomach to settle.

His fingers grasp my chin, forcing me to look at him. “How far along are you?”

I want to turn my head away because any falsehood will show in my face, but his grip remains firm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t do that, Tallulah. Don’t you dare do that.”

I jerk my chin away before the tears bounce off his hand.

“Tally, look at me.”

I maintain a staring contest with the water bottle. It’s winning.

“I already knew.”

I suck in a slow, shaky breath. “I know. Well, after Saturday, I was certain you knew.”

“It’s been a lot longer than Saturday. I’ve known for the last couple of weeks. I was just waiting for you to tell me.” His hand rests on my back, rubbing lazy circles between my shoulder blades. “How far along are you?”

“Ten weeks,” I sniffle.

“It was the first week, huh? I guess I’ve got some good swimmers.”

The man isnotmaking jokes. Not right now. “This isn’t funny, Owen.”

“Actually, it’s fantastic, Tally. We’re having a baby.”

That did it. Between the hormones, my father’s death, our chaotic relationship, and losing my apartment—I don’t stand a chance against the tears. And it’s not a few pretty tears slipping down my face; it’s a full-on ugly cry. I open my mouth to speak, but all I can manage is gulping sobs.

Owen wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. “It’s going to be fine. Why didn’t you tell me as soon as you found out?”

I pull my head from his chest, meeting his gaze. “How should I have broken the news? Guess what? Not only are you my boss, and your bombshell former fiancée has just relocated to be near you, but I’m also pregnant with your baby. Happy Monday.”

A smile quirks his lips, and it’s a smile that I can’t resist. “That’s exactly what you should have done.”

I shake my head. The man is incorrigible. “Right. It would have gone over like a lead balloon.” Grabbing a napkin, I wipe my eyes and nose. I must look a sight. “Are we done here?”

His eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

“I said, are we done here? You know the situation now. Not that it matters.”

“Not that it matters?” His voice is low, growling out a warning about the path of this conversation.

“I’m not asking you for anything, Owen. I don’t expect your involvement with my baby—”

“Our baby,” he interjects.

I wave off his correction. “The point is, I don’t expect you to be an active participant.”

His fingers drum the table, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “Sorry to break it to you, but I plan on being very active in my child’s life. And yours.”

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