Page 65 of A Moment for Us
“Can we never call him that again?”
She raises her dark brows. “What would you prefer? Stud? Stallion? Meat man?”
“Definitely not.”
“Well . . .”
“I don’t know what we’re doing other than having a baby. The appointment for my ultrasound is tomorrow, and then we’ll go from there. We haven’t told anyone, so please keep this quiet.”
“You know I don’t gossip.”
I nod. I think her iron clad rules about confidence and ethics is what makes her one of the best bosses at the factory.
“Stella is the only other person who knows.”
Ronyelle leans against the car. “I don’t know how you got yourself into this mess, but I can’t say I’m shocked. You and Josh were bound to find a way to entangle yourselves together.”
“That’s not what happened.”
She laughs once. “No? What do you call it? You’re now tied to this man for the rest of your damn life. Birthdays? He’ll be there. Christmas? Every year, sweetheart. That man may not want a family, but he’s been bred to love the one he has. He will never turn that child away, and he’ll want to be involved. Whatever man you decide to date, he’ll be dating Joshua Parkerson too.”
“Thanks for that stunning forecast of my life.”
“You’re welcome. On a serious note, are you okay?”
“I am,” I assure her. “He took it really well, which was good. I thought he was going to freak out, but . . .”
“He may not want what he’s about to get, but Josh has never run from responsibility.”
“No,” I agree. “I still wish it wasn’t this way.”
She sighs deeply, her head shaking at the same time. “Wishes are for fools.”
I know that’s true because I’m most definitely a fool considering how many times I wished for Josh.
“And I’m the biggest one.”
She raises one brow. “You’re something, my friend. Still, you know that whatever you need, we’re all here for you.”
“I appreciate that. I think it’ll be okay. We’ve decided to go back to just being friends, so no more sex or kissing or cuddling.”
Ronyelle’s head jerks back. “Because you want to, what? Avoid pregnancy.”
“Heartache,” I reply immediately.
“I warned you about that after the first time.”
She did, but I didn’t listen. “I’m being smarter now.”
“And you think that you’re going to resist Mr. Sexy, who you can’t seem to resist touching you, while he’s living with you? Please. You’re going to cave, and we both know it.”
“No, I’m not. I’m being smart so that I don’t end up hating him at the end of this.”
Her arms cross over her chest, and she just looks at me. “I have my popcorn and the I-told-you-so poster ready.”
“And I have mine because I’m not going there.”
She nods with a grin. “We’ll see.”
