Page 19 of Pregnant By the Playboy
Is it nerves? Or morning sickness?
I know morning sickness isn’t necessarily limited to the mornings. Pearl puked all day long. For three months. God, could I handle puking all day for three months?
There’s a knock on the door. My heart pounding, I open it up.
As soon as I see Vince, wearing a winter jacket on top of jeans and a sweater, I decide to just get it over with. I was going to make tea, and I’d bought some cookies, hoping that would somehow make the news go down easier.
But fuck it.
“I’m pregnant and you’re the father and I’m keeping it,” I say in a rush.
He looks at me like he didn’t understand a word I said.
“I’m pregnant,” I repeat.
He says nothing, just nods.
“And you’re definitely the father. I haven’t been with anyone else in a long time.”
He nods again.
“And I’m planning to keep it.”
Vince just looks at me for another moment. My heartbeat quickens, and I worry he’s pissed and won’t want anything to do with this child.
“I’m going to be a dad?” he says, and it sounds...hopeful.
“Assuming everything goes well, yeah.”
He grins.
I did not expect this reaction, but as the seconds tick by, his grin only grows.
“It’s important to me that you’re involved,” I say.
“Of course.”
Vince envelops me in a hug
And then he does something I really did not expect.
He drops to one knee, takes my hand, and says, “Will you marry me?”
Chapter 8
Vince
Marissa responds to my proposal by kicking me in the shin.
“Stop messing with me,” she says.
“I’m not messing with you,” I insist. “Let’s get married.”
When Marissa asked me to come over, I figured she wanted to have sex again. Usually, I would have said no, but she’s been haunting my dreams and I crave her touch.
But that’s not what happened.
A baby like Evie. But mine.
