Page 47 of Wild For You
“You’ll fall off if you sleep like that.”
She exhaled a puff of air through her nose and glared at me over her shoulder. “I would not. I barely move when I sleep.”
“Sweetheart, you can keep thinking that.” I had it on good authority, as in myself the night before, that she twisted and turned through most of the night. Luckily, once her tossing landed her in the middle of my chest, all it took was my arm around her back to still her movements, and I was able to catch a bit of shuteye.
The room was bathed in darkness from the closed curtains, and only a little light came into the room from a nightlight she put in the bathroom.
“Hey, Andrew,” she mumbled as I laid on my back, staring up at the ceiling fan as it whirled.
“Yeah?”
She turned to peek up at me from her pillow. “I wanted to ask you about the wedding. It seemed like, before I found the invitation, you weren’t going to go. Why?”
“That’s a loaded question, Kelsey.”
“You don’t have to answer it. Like I said, it’s none of my business. I’m just curious, and… your voice is comforting.”
Well, if that didn’t just make me want to reach inside my chest, pull out my heart, and place it right into her hands.
I rolled on the bed to face her and lifted my hand, running my fingers over her hair.
“Sadie reminds me of someone I knew in my past. Someone I’d rather forget.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I was really protective of Sadie when she came into our lives. I wanted to protect her from the hurt I’d been through.”
“Rory says her fiancé is a nice guy.”
“Mmhmm.”
She yawned then, and I stroked my hand from her hair, across her cheek, to her jaw, where I tilted her face up toward mine. I pressed my lips against hers but pulled away quickly, before things could go any further.
“Get some sleep, Kelsey,” I murmured, my arm going to rest along her hip—both so I could touch her and to keep her still.
“Goodnight, Andrew.”
***
“This is it?” Kelsey asked as she looked out the window.
I’d driven again, because I demanded it. “Yeah. I checked the address before we left.”
The clinic was tucked away in a nondescript building behind the new recreational center. Thankfully, there was a sign near the door that pointed out the Women’s Clinic was inside on the second floor. A pediatric office took over the entire first floor. I guessed it was good to have both places in the same building. Very convenient.
Pulling the truck into a parking spot, I was worried for the first time since I agreed—again,demanded—to join Kelsey. About 90 percent of the people in Ashfield knew who I was and would automatically assume that I’d been the one to get Kelsey pregnant.
Not that I didn’t wish the baby was mine.
It was all I thought about during the night. Along with trying to figure out where that feeling was coming from.
But her baby wasn’t mine, and at some point, we’d have to explain the situation to others.
Kelsey had shut down my suggestion to call Caleb and let him know. I was willing to have him join her at the appointment, though the thought left a nasty taste in my mouth. But she wanted to wait until the pregnancy was confirmed by the doctor, along with a signed statement of how far along she was, in order to have proof—in case he pulled the typical asshole card and tried to deny the baby was his.
Plus, she wanted to hold off until she was sure she was out of the woods. Apparently, many women didn’t tell a soul about a pregnancy until after the ten-week mark, in case there was a miscarriage. At that time, the chance of losing the baby that way significantly dropped. And Kelsey said she wanted to be 100 percent sure her math was correct by getting the doctor to check her work.
It was driving me crazy.
