Page 130 of How to Score Off Field

Vanilla and regular is quite fine with me, thankyouverymuch.

After I’m done washing up I join him back in the bedroom, sliding in under the covers in an oversized tee shirt and clean pair of underwear.

He pulls me closer, both of us facing one another on our sides.

His expressive blue eyes lock onto mine and I can't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, I guess the fact that we keep having sex just makes our story more interesting, doesn’t it?"

He grins. "Oh, absolutely. I always knew our story was missing a classic 'surprise pregnancy' trope."

Surprise pregnancy trope? “I mean, it started as a secret baby,” I playfully tease, nudging him with my elbow.

"Oh, you think that’s funny now, do you?"

He catches my hand and traps it against his chest, over his beating heart.

I can feel it thumping beneath my palm.

"Listen. We've tackled a lot of shit, both separately and together. Midterms, practice, my brothers, your brother, the trolls on social media. We got this.”

I twirl a strand of my hair between my fingers, my mind racing with thoughts of what lies ahead.

The reality is, this isn’t going away, and we haven’t actually discussed the future—which is what he came here for, isn’t it?

"Seriously, Drew, what are we going to do? I barely just moved out of the dorm rooms, and now I have a baby on the way."

He leans closer, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on the back of my hand. "First things first, we're going to take a deep breath. Then we're going to figure things out—together."

Not exactly a plan of action, but it’s a start.

"Okay, I'm breathing.” Deep breath, in and out. “Now what?"

"Well, we're going to be pros at diaper-changing and baby-proofing. And I've heard 2 a.m. feedings are a blast!"

“Was that sarcasm, Drew Colter? And how are you going to be around for a two o’clock feeding?” I burst out laughing. Honestly, has he not thought about that?

"I have no idea. We can both still finish college, even if it means adjusting our plans a bit. We have an incredible support system, and we're in this together."

“But my parents don’t live anywhere near school, and I have two semesters left.”

He has one.

And then there’s the draft…

We haven’t talked about his future at all, just mine.

“This will be like planning a wedding,” he informs me. “Let’s get a big binder and fill it with information.”

I laugh again, rolling back on the bed. “A binder? Stop it.”

He’s not entirely wrong, though. I guess the process will require a ton of planning because we’re so far apart.

"I’ll get a blue binder. You can have a pink one.”

“Why does my binder have to be pink? Why can’t it be blue?” Or yellow or sequins.

“You can have whatever color you want.” Drew's fingers tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle and reassuring. "We'll make sure our baby knows they're loved and cared for every step of the way."

Our baby…

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