Page 167 of The Baby Twist
“What’s so funny?” I smiled.
She lifted her head and looked at me. “When we were in Vegas, there was a mishap with my birth control.”
“How do you mean?”
“After we’d had sex for the first time without a condom, I went back to my room to take my pill, and they were gone. I’d left them in the bathroom on the counter. I started freaking out, so Jordyn called and got the lady who had cleaned our room. She told me there were no pills on the counter when she cleaned up. I accused her of lying, and Jordyn had to step in. She went to the CVS down the street and got me the morning-after pill.”
“But you still got pregnant,” I said.
“Well, that’s the thing. I didn’t get pregnant at that time. Since my pills mysteriously disappeared, I had to call Dr. Gregario the second we got back to New York. It was all messed up, and then when we had sex again, you didn’t use a condom. We were so into the moment that I didn’t even realize it. That’s when I got pregnant.” She bit down on her bottom lip, staring at me. “I’m sorry.”
I brought my hand up and stroked her hair. “Don’t ever apologize for getting pregnant with my child. I do believe it was meant to be.”
“You believe in that stuff?” Her brow arched.
“I didn’t before, but I do now.” I smiled. “Can you come to my office tomorrow? I want to show you it. I had it repainted, put up new artwork, and bought all new furniture.”
“I’d love to see it.” She grinned.
“That office will be our child’s one day.”
“Only if he or she wants to be a part of the company,” she said.
“I can’t wait to find out the gender. We’ll be able to find out at the next ultrasound, right?” I asked.
“I really don’t want to find out. I want it to be a surprise when I give birth.”
“As horrific as that sounds, we need to plan for the child with the right colors and furniture. That all depends on whether it’s aboy or a girl. Don’t you want to decorate in either blue or pink? Knowing beforehand will allow?—”
She leaned over and placed her fingers on my lips.
“You’re having anxiety over not knowing, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Stella. I am. I admit it.”
“Okay, Miles. We’ll find out before the baby is born.”
“Well, it’s your decision too. I mean, if you really want it to be a surprise.”
“You hate surprises, and I respect that. We’re finding out what gender our baby is at the next ultrasound. Now, shut up.” Her lips pressed against mine.
I rolled her on her back and hovered over her.
“I love you.” I stared into her beautiful green eyes.
“I love you, too.” She smiled as my mouth smashed into hers.
“Good morning, Isla.”I grinned as I set a coffee from Starbucks on her desk.
Her brows furrowed. “You bought me a coffee?”
“I did.” I strolled into my office.
“What’s going on with you?” she asked, walking in.
“I’m a happy man. Stella, my girlfriend, is back home with me.”
“You mean your ex-wife.” She smirked.
