Page 58 of The Complication with the Best Man

He breaks eye contact and looks at his plate, cutting into his omelet again. “I’ve always wanted kids. Granted, this isn’t how I thought it would happen. I have a good relationship with my parents, and I want that with my own child. I can’t build that from thousands of miles away.”

“Well, I guess as far as baby daddies go, I picked a good one.”

Finn’s mouth drops open, then he tilts his head back and laughs. When he looks back at me, there’s a sparkle of appreciation in his eyes. I recognize it from the night of the wedding when we ended up in bed together.

I clear my throat and push my plate away, sliding off the stool. “I think that’s enough for me. Ready to watch another episode?” Leaving the kitchen, I don’t wait for him to answer.

Whether it’s pregnancy hormones, proximity, or justhim, I can’t afford to be attracted to him. I’ve always let my emotions run my life, but not anymore. Not when I have a little one who is depending on me.

twenty-three

FINN

Living with Harper gets more challenging every day. Which is why it’s a good thing I’m now officially employed with the Lake Starlight Fire Department. Now I can keep looking for somewhere to live and be able to afford the rent without dipping into my savings.

I’ve been looking, but Harper wasn’t kidding when she said it can be hard to find something in town. I’ve eyed a few places in Anchorage that are available. It’s not as though it’s five minutes away, but it’s under an hour. But now that I have the job here, I definitely want to find a place in Lake Starlight. That way I’m close to work and Harper. I mean my child.

We’ve been getting to know each other for the past few weeks at her place. Her stomach has been bothering her, and she’s been spending more time with her head in the toilet than anything, so it seemed the safest bet.

However, she’s come around the last couple of days and insisted that we go do something tonight. I guess she’s tired of being holed up in the house. So, I rebooked what we were originally meant to do the day that her sickness really took hold.

I was out on a run this morning when she left the house and in the shower when she returned from work, so I haven’t seen her all day. When I walk in the kitchen, I find her wearing black leggings and a thin cropped sweater, but it’s not how sexy she looks that catches my attention—though she looks incredible, and my dick notices too. I’m taken aback by the small swell of her belly.

She must notice where my gaze transfixes.

“I know, right? It just kind of popped. I noticed it this morning.” She gently pats her stomach.

Some weird surge of male pride swells my chest. “It seems like it came out of nowhere.”

“Tell me about it,” she says with a smile, but she must notice my eyes haven’t left her stomach. “Do you want…” She shakes her head.

“Yes,” I answer, hoping we’re talking about the same thing.

“Okay.” She removes her hands from her stomach, and I slowly walk over to her.

My hand reaches, but I hesitate for a moment, my palm stretched over but still millimeters away.

“It’s okay.” She takes my hand and places it on her stomach. I cradle the small swell in my palm, and my fingers widen.

“Damn,” I say softly. “They’re growing.” I push back the tears in my eyes.

“Let’s not use plural. Twins do run in my family.” She laughs, and I look up at her. She stops, and our eyes catch.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

I remove my hand, and she straightens, both of us ignoring that pull once again.

She clears her throat. “So where are we headed?”

“Anchorage.”

Her head rocks back. “Really?”

“Do you want me to tell you what we’re doing?”

“Hell no. I love surprises.” She walks past me toward the front door, and the scent of her flowery perfume trails behind her.

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