Page 11 of Wooed By Daddy

She laughs. “That ship has sailed, sweetie, it sailed a long time ago. You’re pregnant, your mom’s dead, and now it’s just you and Grant. You need to either put the past where it belongs and allow you both to be happy—because, Kel, he makes you happy, I’ve never seen you smile as much as you do when you talk about him—or you need to give it up, and you both need to find a way to co-parent and live amicably while you both move on with other people.”

I flinch at the thought of Grant dating anyone else. God, it hurts to even think about.

“Yeah, that right there, sweetie, that’s your answer. Grant’s yours, girlie, you just got to let him know that.”

“What about you and Calvin?” I ask. “Are you still skirting around the issues at hand?” I guess that Rina and I have a lot in common. When we get hurt, we build our walls up high, and they become almost impenetrable. It’s very rare for us to allow someone back into our lives if they’ve hurt us.

“Things are—” she pauses and tilts her head to the side. “—complicated. Something that you know all too well.”

I smile. They’re together, that much I can tell for sure. My girl is happy and smiling a lot more when she’s with Calvin, and she’s been a lot happier in the past two weeks. “I have weeks left until I give birth. Something has to be resolved.” I’m currently in limbo with how things are between Grant and I. But there’s no doubt in my mind that I want him. Grant is the man that makes my heart skip a beat. Even now, after all these years, my stomach fills with butterflies whenever he enters the room.

“You’ll be fine, you have everything ready for when my niece or nephew arrives. You know that you’ll not be alone. Grant won’t leave your side, and I’ll be outside the delivery room cheering you on.”

I frown. “Outside?”

She grins as she shoves more pancakes into her mouth. “Oh, sweetie, I love you, I really do, but seeing you spread eagle on the table is something I can’t unsee once seen. There’s boundaries, and that’s one I won’t cross.”

I stare at her in disbelief. “Says the woman who used to walk in on me showering just to talk.”

She continues to eat, all the while nodding. “I caught glimpses of you, Kel, I didn’t have a front-row seat to the inside workings of your vagina.”

“You’re no fun,” I whine at her, all the while trying to hide my laughter. “Besides, it’s Carly that I’d rather have with me.” Sabrina’s twin sister, Carly is an OB nurse, I’m really hoping that she’ll be working when I go into labor, it’ll be good to have someone I trust with me, besides Grant.

Sabrina’s eyes narrow. “Hey,” she growls as she stabs her pancakes with her fork. “You’re lucky that Carly’s a nurse otherwise, we’d have problems.”

Sabrina has issues with her jealousy, she dislikes playing with others and has problems sharing. For twins, Carly and Sabrina are the complete opposite. Where Rina is reserved and an introvert, Carly is outgoing and an extrovert.

“You know that you’re the only one I’d ever share my chocolate with,” I tell her with a smile.

Her eyes alight with humor. “Funny,” she drawls. “I haven’t seen you eat any in a while.”

I sigh. “This child has a severe dislike for it, every time I even try to eat a piece, I’m throwing it back up within minutes.”

She releases an exaggerated gasp. “No!”

I nod. “Yes.” I cry and then freeze as a thought occurs to me. “Oh, God, what if the baby never likes candy?”

Her eyes are wide and filled with horror. “Call Grant, find out if he’s a psychopath.”

I laugh at her words but still reach for my cell on the countertop and hit dial on Grant’s number.

He answers on the first ring. “Hey, Baby girl,” his voice is thick like honey.

I smile, loving the way he speaks to me. Instead of reveling in his sweetness, I get to the point. “Do you eat candy?”

He’s silent for a beat and then chuckles. “Yes, baby, I do.”

I release a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank God,” I cry.

“Hallelujah.” Rina yells.

“Okay,” he says with humor. “I’m missing something.”

“I’ve not been able to eat candy asyourbaby doesn’t like it, Rina wanted to know if you were a psychopath and didn’t eat it,” I say, emphasizing the word ‘your’ letting him know that I solely believe that this is down to his genes.

His chuckle is throaty. “You can rest assured that I’m no psychopath, but I do know what to buy you onceourbaby is born.”

My heart races. “Oh, and what’s that?” I’m breathless, as I am most times that Grant uses that throaty chuckle.

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