Page 111 of Love Me Forever

“I don’t like that word, but I’ll let it slide this once. Let’s take a look at the beds.”

"I can't wait," she said. Her eyes were wide and full of joy.

Taking her hand, I led her to the baby's room. She stepped inside and immediately danced from one foot to the other.

"Oh, they're so tiny and cute." Turning around once, slowly, she looked at them, then at me. "Full disclosure. I know I'm a big idiot for doing this, but I literally couldn't decide.”

“So what do you think? Which one do you want to keep?"

“We’ll keep two anyway, right? One at your place and one at mine.”

I stilled. “I see. Moving in together still hasn’t crossed your mind?”

“It has, but I think it’s way too early. What if when the baby comes, we're both stressed out and start fighting? It’s gonna be stressful enough without having to search for a new place if you want me to move out.”

What the fuck? Where is this coming from?

“When did you already play this out in your mind and get to that conclusion? I don’t like it one bit.”

Her shoulders slumped. “Neither do I, but I like to be cautious.”

“This isn’t cautious, Bonnie. It’s dramatic.”

She rubbed her belly, blinking quickly. I put my hands in my pockets, weighing the pros and cons of pushing this topic. The truth was, if I pursued it, we’d end up fighting. I was building beds with my family and doing everything I could to make her feel comfortable at home, and she was already making contingency plans for our breakup? This was fucked-up.

“No, it’s not,” she whispered. “People in my life leave, okay? That’s what they do. I met you four months ago. Don’t ask me to just blindly believe that everything will work out. That’s not how I function.”

“Fine. We’ll revisit that another time.” My voice was tight, but it couldn’t be helped. I was trying to see things from her point of view, but I was doing a shit job at it.

I motioned to the beds. “So, whichtwoare we keeping?”

"I can't decide now. I need to look at them for a couple days, see which one fits the mojo of this place, stuff like that."

I tried hard to keep a straight face. The truth was, this seemed insane to me.

“FYI, your poker face is shit when you’re drunk.”

I walked up to her, putting my arms around her. "I'll admit I don't understand, but that doesn't matter."

"It doesn't?"

"No. It's what you need. And I'm making a promise to you right now that I will always give you everything you want and need."

“Stop being so charming. I’m going to tear up for no reason at all.”

“That’s fine by me, babe.” Without a warning, I lifted her into my arms, carrying her to the master bedroom.

She giggled, laying her forehead on my cheek.

Dad’s advice to take things one day at a time echoed in my head.

Today was a good day.

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