Page 41 of Wild For You
Smiling, I showed him the package of cheese. “I wanted a snack.” I pulled out one last slice. “You… uh… played really well with the kid next door.”
“Roman? Yeah, he’s a good kid. Owen worked with him a lot when he lived here. The boy has some real talent.”
“I could tell, but I meant that you’re really good with kids in general. Your nieces rave about you all the time.”
“I had a lot of practice with my sisters.”
Nodding, I placed the package of cheese back in the fridge and took a deep breath. I was scared to tell him about the test. Saying the words out loud would make it all the more real. And if it was real, I had to accept the fact that I was carrying a baby.
“Hey, Andrew,” I called out his name as he headed toward the couch.
“Yeah?”
“It was positive.” I swallowed thickly, my heart thumping with the words out in the universe now.
“What was?” he asked absentmindedly as he turned the television on and chose a football game.
“The test.”
My words still must not have registered right away, but I could tell when they did. He stiffened and jerked his head around to face me.
“You…? You’re pregnant?”
Inhaling, then letting out the deep breath, I said, “Yeah.”
“Fuck,” he squawked as he stood. “I want to go over there and congratulate you, but I’m not sure how you’re feeling about it.”
“Honestly, I’m not really sure it’s sank in yet.” Glancing down, I ran my hand across my flat stomach. “I’m still not 100 percent sure how it even happened.”
“Well, crazy things happen when we least expect it.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want me to ask my sister for the doctor’s number, so you can schedule an appointment? I mean, I guess you need an appointment. That’s all they talk about when they’re expecting.” He was rambling, and for a second, it took my mind off the elephant in the room, because Andrew Keyes was fucking handsome as hell when he was anxious.
“That would be great. Thank you. I don’t really want to have to travel back to Nashville to see my gynecologist just for a confirmation.”
Before I finished my sentence, he was already typing away on his phone. The responses pinged almost immediately.
“I just texted you the number,” he said as he stood and tucked the single crutch back under his arm. Slowly, he approached the kitchen. Once he was standing in front of me, his breath hitched and fingers flexed.
“I’m following your lead on this, Kelsey, okay? I can be excited for you, worried, indifferent—however you need me to be. But, regardless of the outcome, I’ll be here for you.”
Licking my lips, I noticed his eyes darken as my tongue peeked out.
“Why?” I whispered.
“Because you’re… important to me. And I always take care of those who are important to me.”
“I wonder though,” I began. “Who takes care of you?” Reaching out, I let my finger brush against the back of his hand resting on the crutch.
His jaw ticked at my touch. “Seems to me, so far,youhave been.”
Our eyes locked, and the air shifted, electrified. Andrew’s head bent toward mine, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest as the butterflies in my stomach came to life. This gorgeous man was going to kiss me.
He inched closer, so agonizingly slow, then a noise like a fire alarm went off in the bedroom.
I startled and took a step back.
