Page 33 of Can We Try?

“Coming right up. Drink?”

“Just water for now. Let’s see if I can keep that down.”

“You got it.”

I watch as he pulls two bagels out of the bag and rummages through my cabinets until he finds the peanut butter, which he slathers on before setting a plate in front of me and one right next to me. He gets us both a glass of water, and that’s how I end up having breakfast after puking my guts up with my baby daddy.

That’s not how I thought this morning was going to go, but even I can admit I’m glad he’s here. His words race through my mind.

I’m not a burden.

He wants to be here with me. He believes that, and I believe him. I need to stop letting my ex and his words into my present-day life. He’s in the past. I just wish it was that easy. The emotional and mental scars he inflicted run deep.

I was wrong, and my stomach twists now for an entirely different reason. “I’m sorry,” I tell Lachlan.

He reaches over and places his hand on my arm. “No apology needed. We’re both new to this, and there are going to be bumps, but I’m here for it all, Maggie. Good, bad, ugly, whatever it is, I’m all in where you and our baby are concerned. No matter what.”

The sincerity in his eyes has warmth filling my chest, and suddenly, my appetite is back. I pick up the bagel and take a huge bite, making him smile.

We’ve got this.

Chapter

Eight

Lachlan

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“Four weeks. We have to wait four weeks?” I glance over at Maggie, who’s sitting in the passenger seat. “I don’t know if I’ll make it,” I tell her honestly.

“It will be here before you know it,” she says, gently rubbing her baby bump.

“Four weeks, and we get to see our peanut.” Reaching over, I place my hand just beneath hers on her growing bump. “Are we going to find out the gender?”

“Yeah, I thought we said yes to that already?”

“We did. Well, I assumed, but you’re allowed to change your mind.”

“You want to find out, right?” she asks.

I nod. “I really do.”

“Me too,” she says, relief evident in her tone.

“Do you have anything else to do today?” I ask her. It’s just before lunchtime, and I have an idea I want to run past her.

“Nope. I took the entire day off.”

“Want to spend the day with me?” I ask her. “We can go grab lunch, and then I have somewhere I need to be at two, and I was hoping you could come with me.”

“Sure, why not? Wait, where are we going to lunch? That might be a deal breaker.” She turns as much as the seat belt will let her to hear my answer.

“What are you and baby craving today? I don’t care where we go.” I just want to spend time with her. And I really do want her with me this afternoon.

“Pizza. Extra cheesy pizza.”

“Done. Dough Daddies or something else?”

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