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“Do you think that you can come over tonight? I have something I want to tell you.”
There is no hesitation with his response.
“I will be there in half an hour.”
14
LIAM
To saythat I haven’t been on pins and needles all week would be a lie.
These last seven days have been so damn excruciatingly long that there were more than a handful of times that I wanted to run over to Chloe’s apartment and beg her to give me an answer.
Am I going to be a dad?
Am I not?
I needed something.
Every time she would call or text to ask me a question, I would think that this was it, that that was the day I would finally get an answer. And every time, a little bit of me died inside when I didn’t.
But even if I didn’t get an answer, I would have continued to wait it out. I wasn’t about to force her to make a decision that she wasn’t ready to make. I would continue to wait until she said otherwise.
The whole thing even affected my game. Instead of concentrating on what was happening on the ice, especially during the season opener, I was thinking up scenarios that would probably never happen.
I’ve been completely out of it.
So when I got out of practice and saw that Chloe had texted to call her when I got the chance, I got out of the locker room as quickly as possible.
Now the leather in my car reeks of sweaty balls because I didn’t shower before leaving the locker room, but I’ll handle that later.
The only thing that matters right now is getting to Chloe and finally finding out if our life is going to look different after today.
My head is spiraling with ideas of what she wants to talk about and I don’t know how I feel about every single one of them.
When she tells me, will I be excited? Mad? Indifferent?
The only way to find out is for it to happen.
Getting to Chloe’s is the easy part, finding parking is a bitch and a half. It takes me a whole ten minutes to find a small ass spot that I could slide my car in.
As soon as the car is parked, I don’t waste any time and run up to Chloe’s apartment.
I knock on her door the second I make up her fourth floor walk up, feeling like I spent the whole morning doing speed training.
I’m able to catch my breath before Chloe opens the door, but as soon as she opens it, its as if I’m breathless all over again.
She is stunning but for some reason she looks like she’s on a completely different level today. My cock seems to like it a little too much.
Because I’m too busy taking in how damn beautiful she looks, it takes me second to realize that she’s covering her nose.
“What?” I ask instead of a greeting.
“Why do you smell like that?” She mutters behind her hand.
“Like what?” I take a whiff of my shirt and its the same smell that is currently penetrating my car. Ball sweat, but out of the confines of my car, it doesn’t smell that bad.
“Like you cooked yourself in rotten cheese.” Chloe tells me, stepping back from the door and putting space between us.
