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I wasn’t sure how much time went by, but I swear the night flew at rapid speed, and before I knew it, I was opening my bedroom door for Tru.

“Oh, what a gentleman.”

“I do what I can.”

She stepped back. “Whoa.” Grabbing the wall for support, she grabbed her stomach, suddenly feeling queasy. “Ugh, I think I’m going to be sick.” Hauling ass into my bathroom, she was on her knees in front of the toilet hurling into the bowl before I could help her.

In seconds, I was holding back her hair while she threw up for a solid minute.

“You all right?”

“I think I threw up my liver.”

Slowly moving her head and body onto my chest, I gently laid her on my bed.

“I think I’m dying. You can go back out to the party.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you.”

“So I’m rocking your world right now? You’re just a regular Casanova.”

“But you love me anyway.”

“I don’t know why.”

“Because I’m awesome.”

“Ugh, I think I’m going to be sick again.”

And this was how we spent the night I got drafted.

Staying with her the entire night.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

What I didn’t expect was a text from my father late into the evening.

Dad

Congratulations, son.

CHAPTER 36

TRU

Now

I’d been throwingup on and off for the last week, trying to kill this bug I must have caught. Everything has been pretty chaotic with Van getting drafted to the Bellevue Bucks. After I finished tossing my cookies, I heard the door knock, then Brady’s girlfriend opened it.

“Are you okay?”

“Ugh… I’m over this.”

“Yeah… have you taken a test?”

I arched an eyebrow. “A test for what?”

“Umm… pregnancy.”

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