Page 116 of If It Can't Be Us

“How could I forget?

She purses her lips. “But do you really remember? Because we were both pretty drunk…”

“Yeah, I have a pretty clear memory of what took place. You were looking sexy as fuck, and I took you up against the bathroom door,” I say with a smirk, recalling the heated moment.

One of her hands rests underneath the pillow while the other takes mine and moves it toward her stomach. She splays my hand flat on her belly and rests her hand on top of mine.

“Well, you dropped the condom, and we were going to get the morning after pill, but we forgot.” She looks down at our hands and then into my eyes. “I’m pregnant,” she whispers, a tiny smile forming on her lips.

Whoa.

I stare at her, my mind racing. A thousand thoughts collide, but one stands out—I’m going to be a father.

I take a deep breath, my eyes never leaving hers. “Pregnant,” I say, tasting the word, trying to wrap my head around it. “We’re having a baby?”

She nods, her smile widening, a mixture of hope and fear in her eyes.

A laugh bursts out of me. “Holy shit. Are you serious?” I ask, grinning, unable to contain this weird sense of happiness.

She nods again. “I don’t want you to stay with me just for the baby, Leo. And if this isn’t what you want, I completely understand. I know you’ve never wanted kids… this wasn’t in the plans…” she trails off.

“God, no.” I grab her face and kiss her. “Don’t ever think that. I’m with you, babe. It’s not that I’ve not wanted kids, I’ve never had anyone to have kids with. And I know this is a surprise, and holy hell, I’m in shock! But we’re in this together… I’ve got you. I’m scared to death, but I’m strangely fucking excited, I think.” My hand presses against my forehead as I roll onto my back. “I’m going to be a dad. This is crazy.” I laugh at the ceiling, feeling a mix of fear and exhilaration.

She grins, and I kiss her again, neither of us able to stop smiling.

“Are you serious? You’re sure? Don’t joke with me on this,” she exclaims.

“I would never. I’m sure. Let’s fucking do this, yeah?” I say, looking into her eyes, feeling more certain than ever.

Her eyes glisten as she squeezes my hand. “Yeah. We’re in this together… All the way.”

I pull her into my arms, holding her close, letting this new reality settle in.

At this moment, everything changes, it feels right. And I’m fucking ready.

“How far along are you?” I ask.

“About eight weeks.”

“And how are you feeling about it all—emotionally and physically?” I stroke her hair, my fingers tracing soothing patterns down her back, offering comfort as she speaks.

“Hmm, I’ve been a little nauseous, throwing up occasionally, which is never fun. I’m nervous… but I’m excited too. I’ve had a few weeks to process it all, and I’m really happy about it.” She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Knowing that you’re in this with me—that we can do this together—makes it feel a little less scary.”

I tilt her jaw up with my thumb and kiss her deeply, a surge of gratitude coursing through me.

She’s the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.

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I step into the shower’s steam, the hot water pelting my skin.Godit feels good after a day of travel—though I’d be fine never washing Vivian’s scent off me. The shower is massive, easily fifteen feet long, with seven shower heads and benches lining two of the walls. I stand under the large waterfall shower head, closing my eyes as the water runs over my face. The door opens, and I turn to see Vivian turning on a shower head at the other end.

I swipe water from my eyes and start toward her, but she shakes her head, lips curving into a smirk.

“No, no,” she says. “You stay put. This is my shower area. You’re in a watch-only zone.”

Intrigued, I do as she says. She bites her bottom lip, her hand drifting to her stomach. Slowly, she glides it up, inching toward her breasts. She squeezes one, her moan echoing off the tiles as she tips her head back under the water. Her other hand pushes her hair back, water cascading down her face. When she tilts her head back down, her eyes lock on mine. She drags a hand to the back of her neck, gripping it as she pulls her hair forward and slides her hand across her tits, pinching a nipple.

I’m entranced. I feel like I’m fourteen again, watching a porno for the first time. Where’s the damn popcorn? My cock stands at attention, throbbing and aching.

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