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My entire body buzzed with excitement as I thought about him coming and gasping out my name.

What the hell had just happened?

DOM

Fucking hell. How much had she heard? Why was she up so damn early?

Why did this place have to only have one bathroom?

I pressed my forehead and my clenched fist against the cool tile on the shower wall as the water continued to cascade down my back. My cock was already starting to harden again, and she’d only left the bathroom two minutes ago.

When her voice echoed through the shower very shortly after I groaned out her name and came, I thought my heart would stop. What a fucking disaster. I couldn’t even enjoy my post-orgasmic haze because I was panicking about what she might’ve heard.

Dammit to fucking hell.

I glared down at my offending cock. It was his fault that I was in the mess. Not that getting Ally pregnant was a mess. Unplanned, yes, but with every day that passed, I was more excited to meet my little girl.

And more anxious that I was going to fuck up and have no clue what I was doing. Ally said that last part was normal.

And it wasn’t like I was going to reach out to my family for tips on not fucking it up since they’d failed that goal miserably. My mom still hadn’t messaged me about Ally or the baby, and I hadn’t volunteered up any information. What was the point? My father continued to send sporadic asshole texts, but I ignored him the best I could.

And now my cock deflated again.

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“Why so glum, you bum?” Sin asked later that morning as we sat around the team meeting room waiting for the coaching staff to show up.

Tally smacked him in the back of the head.

“Thanks, man,” I said.

“Hey,” Sin squawked, but we ignored him.

“Seriously, you okay? Kick-ass game last night. You’ve been on fire for the last week or so. Keep that shit up,” Tally said.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I said. “And thanks.”

“He’s going through a lot of changes right now. We should be more sensitive,” Sin said. I rolled my eyes.

Luckily, Millsy and the rest of our coaches walked into the room.

“I’ll start with great game last night. We needed the win, and we got it. Lines are working, but we’re going to play around with the third and fourth today,” Millsy announced.

I half paid attention, and half thought about Ally.

I hadn’t been able to look her in the eyes this morning. After getting dressed, I walked into the kitchen to find her sitting at the table eating breakfast. Muttering a good morning, I grabbed a banana, and she made a strangled sound in reply.

Then I picked up my gear bag, hoped everything I needed for the day was in it, and mumbled something about getting to practice early.

It’d been a fucking disaster, and since she worked from home, it wasn’t like she’d be at an office all day so I could avoid her if I wanted to go back to the condo.

Fucking. Fucking. Hell. I was internally babbling. Was that a thing?

“You look like you ate something bad,” Micah muttered next to me.

“What? Nah, I’m good.”

The last thing I was going to do was tell any of the guys about my morning, especially with Sin in hearing distance. The man would probably die laughing. Plus, secrets never stayed secret among my teammates, so I was taking this one to the grave.

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