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Chapter 14
Roman
Fuck.
“Ignore that I just said that.”
“That’s hard to do,” Willa says carefully. “I said I didn’t want to move in with you, so your answer is to install me here, and then move in with me? You don’t even want to live in this apartment!”
“I didn’t say that.”
She frowns. “But I asked why you don’t live here?”
“And I didn’t get a chance to answer.” I lean in and take her hand. Her fingers are so small compared to mine. “The night we met…that was the first time I’d been up here. I only acquired the company the month before, and I’m a busy man. A penthouse wasn’t important to me. It’s not the kind of thing I put in my own buildings. There isn’t one across the street.
“But that night made this apartment very important to me. In the days that followed, I tried to spend time here. Iwantedto be here, all the time, but…it was too hard. I know you don’t want to hear this, but it felt like I met my soulmate that night.
“I don’t fucking believe in that shit. I don’t want to be consumed by feelings like that. But fate didn’t seem to care about my preferences, because I fell for you, Willa. I fell sofucking hard. And I both wanted to be in the space where that happened, and couldn’t be in this space, at the same time.
“So as far as this apartment goes…yes, I like it. A lot. So fucking much, in fact. Filling it with groceries for you made me happy. Cooking for you in it makes me happy. Seeing you roll your eyes at how fancy it is makes me happy. And if you need some distance, I understand, but I’ll be leaving my heart here with you when I go. And I’ll be back at the earliest opportunity.”
She stares at me.
And then she jerks back in her chair. “Oh.”
“Oh?”
Her eyes flare wide, a delighted expression flashing across her face. “Um, I think the baby is moving.”
Chapter 15
Willa
My head is spinningfrom everything Roman has just said to me, but I haven’t felt the baby move like this before.
“I’m sorry,” I manage to say, refocusing on Roman. He’s pushing away from the table. “You were saying really nice things. Go on.”
“Fuck all of that,” he growls, dropping to his knees beside me. He turns my chair as if it—with pregnant me on top of it—weighs nothing, and he hovers his hands over my belly. “May I?”
I nod, giddy. “I don’t know if you’ll feel it, too, but I think Baby is here…” I take his hand and press it against the side of my belly.
“What does it feel like?” he asks quietly, looking up at me.
“This was a definite kick and a roll. It was incredible. I’ve felt some fluttering before, but nothing like this.” I tremble. “There was some fluttering earlier, too. While you were cooking. I thought it was just butterflies because you were flirting with me.”
“Was I?” He grins. “I’m teasing. I definitely was. Maybe Baby likes the flirting.”
I hold my breath, but there’s nothing.
Roman doesn’t move, though.
Stillness falls around us as we both wait.
And then there’s a roll again, a floopy wave of sensation on the inside.
“Wait,” I whisper.
I grab his hand and try to guess where it might happen next. I slide his touch lower, to cradle the bottom of my tummy, and it’s a good guess.
