Page 59 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
There’s a high chance I would have given up and made Nash help me when he got him.
“Thank you, Zac. I really appreciate this.”
“No problem, Miss Newman. It really was nothing, but I appreciate the thanks nonetheless. Is there anything else you need?”
“No, no. That’s it. You can leave for the day. Sorry if carting me around was tiresome. Nash insists on having someone drive me around.” My car has been sitting in the driveway ever since I got here. Nash wanted to buy me a new one, but that felt a little too extravagant. Plus, I love my little ragamuffin. She may be old and creaky, but we’ve gotten this far together. I’m just not quite ready to give her up.
So instead, Nash has someone drive me around. That’s our compromise.
Heispersistent, though. Nash keeps talking about how he’s supposed to take care of me and buying a car really isn’t that big of a deal for him and blah blah, I should just let him, blah. They aren’t particularly convincing arguments, but I can feel myself about to crack. I’m going to end up letting him get me whatever it is he wants to get me.
Things tend to be easier when he gets his way. Plus, I don’t mind it when he gets his way to be honest. It makes him very alpha and masculine, whereas I’m feminine and soft.
Zac nods again.
“It’s my job, Miss Newman. I would happily do it whenever you require me. Anyway, you could never be an inconvenience.”
“Oh, thank you,” I wave off his compliment. Taking out my wallet, I get some cash out to tip. I know all too well how tips pay the bills in jobs like Zac’s.
“You’re much too generous,” he says, accepting my small offering.
“And you’re much too nice. I’ll see you later.”
I wave goodbye to Zac, and he heads out. Once I’m alone, I fall onto the bed I haven’t been in since that one nap I took. My arms and legs are spread out, getting all up in the soft covers. Wow, it feels so nice. This bed is still comfortable as all hell. Maybe evenmoreso than the one on Nash’s room.
But I still prefer his becausehe’sin it.
I roll over on to my side and hold up my head up with my hand. Now that I’m all alone, I can’t help but think about everything Amy and I talked about. I thought I could push it out of my mind, even just for a couple hours. But it’s been rolling around, pawing at me all day.
I mean, ababy! That’s crazy. Not for my friend, of course. I feel like Amy is going to go through pregnancy like a breeze. In the upcoming months, things will be great, and I can’t wait to go on this journey with her.
But the thought ofmebeing pregnant?
Oh, boy.
Having a child wasn’t even something I contemplated before because I was in no position to raise a child. Not with all the bills and Mackenzie and Madison and Vivica and Brian on my plate. Plus, I was training to be a CPA. It just wasn’t a good idea. It wasn’t even an idea!
Would it be a good idea now? Do I want to have Nash’s baby? I think I might. I mean, we’re in a position where we could provide everything a child could ever need or want. I’m not sure if I’d be a good mother, but Madison and Mackenzie both love me. But I know it would be different with a child of my own.
But does Nashwantme to have his baby? That’s the even bigger question.We’ve never talked about it. We haven’t even talked about having a real relationship once this deal is over.
Maybe before totally freaking out over what could be nothing, I should check to see if I actually am pregnant. Either way, I’m going to need to have a talk with Nash about our future, but depending on the results of this pregnancy test, the immediacy and tone will be different.
Obviously, we don’t have random pregnancy tests lying around the house. Tomorrow, I’ll have to pick up one of those at-home tests from the drugstore. Problem is, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep all these nerves to myself.Nash can read me like a book.
I mean, I’ve just got to keep all these feelings under wraps for the next twenty-four hours. I’m sure I can do that.
Twenty-four solid hours.
And, if I’m focusing on this surprise for Nash, it’ll keep me distracted enough not to openly worry.
Yeah, I can do this. Nash won’t suspect a thing.
I sit upright on the bed. I’ve thought about all of this long enough. It’s time to start distracting myself.
I’m about to open one of the bags when my phone rings.
“Oh!”
