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I really don’t know what I would do without him.
“Think about what you want to eat.” He takes off for the hallway with the nest and the bathroom. “We might need to break down and order groceries for delivery, but for now, think about which restaurant you’re craving.”
My insides light up.
He really does know how to sweet-talk a pregnant lady.
Chapter Forty-Four
Hartley
Being trapped in Ridge’s house has me going stir crazy, but it’s better than putting ourselves in danger just to be able to leave. After making it back from the ultrasound, grabbing my stuff from my brother’s, and the subsequent trip to Shadow Security yesterday, we spent the rest of the night at home.
Ridge’s lawyer comes by early the next morning, and Quincy, Ridge, and his lawyer go into the downstairs office to handle whatever business they need to tackle.
I have no idea what anyone else’s plans are for the day, but I need to get my ass in gear where courting gifts are concerned.
It still bothers me on some level that Quincy thought I would just dip out after she and Ridge bonded.
That’s not how I was raised.
Not at all.
I wouldn’t have spent all those months covertly courting her as we worked together if I had planned to walk away if she found the baby’s father.
I’ve always known that it was a possibility, but I also know what I bring to the table. Which is why I’m still having trouble understanding why I was so pissy yesterday afternoon.
I wasn’t lying when I told Quincy I was in this for the long haul. She’s meant to be mine, even if I have to deal with Trigg and Ridge to keep her.
Some of my emotions might be erratic from processing that I more than likely killed someone. It’s wild how it hits out of nowhere, and the flood of anger, grief, and sadness comes back in rolling waves that I was unprepared for.
I don’t regret acting.
The risk was too great if I didn’t.
I guess it’s all part of coming to terms with the fact I’m not who I thought I was. It’s hard to explain, but I would do it all over again if I had to. I just never thought I would be capable of committing murder.
Then I think about how those motherfuckers weren’t afraid to catch Quincy in the crossfire, and I know I would do much worse things to keep her and the baby safe.
Idle hands and too much time to think aren’t doing me any favors.
I need to keep myself busy…
I tapped my mom in a while ago to help brainstorm cute courting gifts, and that was long before Ridge and Trigg came into the picture.
Being able to take Quincy out for courting dates would be ideal, but it’s not feasible with everything going on. Not that I blame Ridge for pushing to keep the ultrasound appointment yesterday. If I were in his shoes, I might have done the same thing. Seeing the baby moving around on the screen made everything even more real than when I’m able to feel her wiggling around when I touch Quincy’s stomach.
With my options limited, I take over the living room, setting up for Quincy’s courting gift. There’s still a random pile of presents in the corner from Briar and Saylor, as well as baby shower decorations, which all point to how chaotic life has become.
My mother made a point of telling me how important it is to tailor Quincy’s gifts to her as a person.
Ridge already tackled the nursery stuff I was going to help with before he came back into the picture.
Trigg is on jewelry and, apparently, murdering all of our enemies.
That left me with a small window of opportunity. A few things came to mind, mostly a wardrobe of comfortable clothes in a variety of sizes to accommodate any changes to her body after giving birth.
My mom warned that idea might be well-received or it might not go over well, depending on how Quincy is doing mentally after she delivers.
