Page 48 of Your Second Chance
With his shirt in place, he turned back to me, that smug grin firmly in place as he adjusted his watch. “Try not to miss me too much, love. I’m going to run down the block for coffee and pastries. Don’t change your mind while I’m gone.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Any requests?”
“Something buttery?” I asked, and he nodded before shouting toward Luna’s door. “Luna, getting sustenance. Requests?”
“An extra large coffee, please,” she shouted.
There it was again. That warm feeling that spread through my chest, my heart squeezing in ways I wasn’t used to.
Ollie winked at me one last time before stepping out the door.
The second the door clicked shut, I cupped my burning face and shouted, “Luna.”
From the living room, her voice rang out. “What? Are you dying?”
Moments later, she came barging into my room, her hair a mess. “You fucked Big Cock Coach?”
“Luna Pierson,” I shrieked, my embarrassment only fueling her amusement.
She laughed, tossing herself onto my bed dramatically. “Fine, fine. Youalmostfucked Big Cock Coach?”
I groaned, throwing a pillow at her head. “No.”
“Well, in case you were wondering about me, I only fucked my double-ended vibrator last night. Wah.” She gave me an exaggerated pout.
I couldn’t help it—I chortled, shaking my head. “I cannot with you, Luna.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, her grin fading into concern. “Okay, what’s wrong now?”
“Nothing.” I waved her off as I stood. “He’s taking me on a date, and I need help figuring out what to wear.”
Her eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands together. “Yay. This is great news.”
I went to my closet, pulling out outfit after outfit, trying to figure out what I wanted to wear. After what felt like forever, we finally settled on a maroon sweater, my gray overcoat, a pair of oversized black cargo pants, and my trusty black Docs. Something comfortable, but put together. By the time I finished getting dressed, the buzzer for our flat went off.
Rushing to the mirror, I quickly swiped on some mascara and a glossy tint for my lips. The reflection staring back at me looked... presentable. Decent. Human, even.
“You look beautiful,” Luna said gently, appearing behind me. She slid her arms around my waist, protectively resting her hands on my belly as she tucked her head against my shoulder.“Mami would be so proud of you,” she whispered. “He’s gentle, soft, kind.”
I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I admitted, “I... I t-trust him, Luna. That terrifies me.”
A heavy silence settled between us. Luna glanced back and squeezed my arm. “I know, Nove, but I think he means well. At first, I thought maybe when he found out you were pregnant, it would scare him.”
I shook my head, the doubt creeping in again. “Who knows? He might leave when the baby comes.”
Luna shrugged, her expression soft but unwavering. “He might. But what’s the worst-case scenario?”
I looked away, biting my lip. “I’m alone.”
She gasped dramatically, shaking her head. “You’re not alone, Nova. It’s Luna and Nova forever, remember?”
“You’re right,” I murmured, my gaze dropping to the floor.
“The worst-case scenario is that it’s the two of us anyway. And honestly? That doesn’t sound so bad.”
I let out a soft laugh, nodding. “You’re right.”
