Page 114 of Need You To Choose Me

Shit.

“No.” I shake my head immediately. “I could use your help. Some of the stuff is heavy, so it’ll be easier if we carry it together.”

“I can do that.” Daniel nods, pushing to his feet, his gaze darting toward the window. “You sure she won’t mind?”

And there it was again.

That uncertainty.

I hated to see it.

I hated that I didn’t know what to do to mend the relationship with my son.

“She won’t mind.” Just then, my phone buzzes again. “I’m pretty sure she’s pissed at me.”

Daniel gives me a side glance. “What did you do?”

“She was looking at all that baby stuff the other day but barely got anything, so I ordered it for her.”

“Oh…”

I watch him as he mulls over the information, an unreadable expression on his face. After everything that had happened, I wasn’t sure how he was going to react to this news, but I didn’t want to tiptoe around it. Whether he wanted it or not, this baby—his brother or sister—was coming. And Savannah? She deserved better than for me to keep her like a dirty little secret.

“You coming?” I ask gently.

This was his out if he wanted to take one. As much as I wanted him to get along with Savannah, I knew that pushing him too soon into something he wasn’t ready for would result in a disaster.

Daniel bobs his head. “Yeah, sure.”

Together we make our way toward the door, and sure enough, Savannah is standing on her front porch, her arms propped on her hips as she talks to the mailman about the packages.

Daniel whistles softly. “You weren’t joking.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

I hurry my pace to save the poor guy.

“I didn’t order any of these.” Savannah shakes her head. “You probably have the wrong address.”

“This is the right address, ma’am. See?” He shows her his phone. “It says right here.”

“Well, I didn’t order any of these, so you can take them back be?—”

“I’ll take it from here,” I say to the guy, who gives me a grateful smile.

Savannah, on the other hand? She looks like she’s contemplating strangling me.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” She crosses her arms over her chest and lifts her chin, determination shining on her face. “What the hell, Walker? Did you write the wrong address when you were ordering your stuff? I really hope that you’re planning to take those because I don’t want them sitting on my porch.”

I take a step closer, my eyes scanning her face. All that blonde hair was piled in a messy knot on top of her head, and some of the color had finally returned to her face after taking it easy for a few days. Or maybe it was just because she was pissed at me. The jury was still out. Regardless, I liked seeing her like this. I could deal with her temper; I’d take it any day of the week over seeing her pale, lifeless body lying on the ground.

The corner of my mouth twitches upward. “You look cute all pissed off like that.”

She disentangles her hands and jabs her finger into my chest. “Don’t you try and change the subject. Are these your packages, and what are they doing at my house?”

“I ordered them for you.”

“You…” Her lips part as she just stares at me for a long moment, some of the color draining from her face.

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