Page 51 of Accidentally Yours

“The fuck you’re not.”

I didn’t have the energy to fight him. When I walked into the bedroom, I noticed the candle I had given was half burned on the nightstand. I silently smiled, but didn’t say anything.

“Here’s one of my T-shirts for you to change into.” He handed me a navy blue shirt.

“Thanks.”

“How about some tea?” He walked over to the box and pulled out the tin. “Pairs with vulnerability and long talks in bed.” A smirk crossed his lips.

“I believe it says long talks on the couch.”

“We aren’t on the couch, are we? I’ll be right back.”

A few moments later, after I had climbed into his bed and gotten comfortable, he walked into the room carrying two mugs.

“I hope I made this right.” He handed me a mug.

I took a sip, letting the combination of chamomile and mint soothe me.

“You’re drinking it too?” I smiled.

“Sure. Why not? It is the emotional baggage blend.” He winked.

Placing my hand on my belly, I glanced at Damien.

“We accidentally got married and now we’re having an accidental baby.”

“It seems we are,” he said.

“You really don’t believe in abortions?” I asked.

“No. I don’t. But I do respect a woman’s choice.”

“Well, I choose to keep it.”

“And I choose to support your decision.”

“I appreciate that, Damien.” I reached over and placed my hand on his. “Theodore Vale is going to be over the moon.”

“He will be.” He chuckled.

“What do you think of the tea?” I asked.

“Emotional baggage unleashed.” He smiled.

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Damien

A baby. My baby. Our baby. I was going to be a father. I still had time to process the fact that in eight months, there would be a tiny human with my DNA depending on me for everything. Love, diaper changes, feedings, baths, playtime, emotional stability, and whatever life threw his or her way.

Glancing at Willa, she slept peacefully. The fact that I could have lost her today was a major wake-up call. If that fire had spread into her apartment and she couldn’t have gotten out—I didn’t want to think about it, but I couldn’t help it.

The air around me felt thick, and the room seemed to be closing in on me. My heart rapidly beat as each breath came in short, painful bursts.

“Christ,” I murmured, gripping my chest.

Willa stirred and opened her eyes. “Damien, are you okay?”

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