Page 69 of Skating the Blue Line
“I highly doubt that.”
“You just agreed to move in with me, so I say otherwise.” He says, lifting an eyebrow.
No way did I just agree to…
Then everything I just said comes rushing back.
I did just agree to move with him.
Holy shit.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
First I got pregnant by the guy and now I’m moving in with him, what’s next? Getting married and falling in love.
Nope, not going to happen.
“Fine. I’ll move in with you, but I better not wake up one day with a ring on my finger.” I say, shoving him slightly.
“Who the hell said anything about a ring?” He says through a chuckle.
“And no crawling into my bed. Or walking around in just a towel. Your super sperm already went through two forms of protection, I don’t need to come out pregnant with another one of your babies before this one is even born.”
He looks like he wants to laugh, but he holds it in for the most part, and gives me an affirmative nod.
“Whatever rules you put in place, I will stand by them,” he says, through a smile.
I narrow my eyes at him.
He’s using his charm on me and that pretty smile that got us here in the first place.
Living with him is going to be hard.
Very hard.
Even more so when my feelings for him and everything I felt for him in our time together haven't fully disappeared. I will be living with secret feelings and possibly reliving the hot memories of the two of us together.
But it gives us both one less thing to worry about and if anything I will have help getting ready for the birth and everything that follows after it.
If I keep my feelings at bay, we can make this work.
“Okay, then Mr. Crawford. You just gained a roommate.”
“Please to hear it, Ms. Vega.”
I’m fucking moving in with my baby daddy.
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LIAM
I’ve livedwith two women in my life. My mom and my grandma when she came to live with us for a year before moving down to Florida.
That’s it.
Never a girlfriend, or a buddies girlfriend when I lived with a few teammates in college.
So living with Chloe is one hell of an adjustment.
