Page 28 of The Head Game

“You’ll be the first one to know,” he promised. “But look, I’ve gotta get to practice.”

“Go, go.” She shooed him away. “I wouldn’t want you to get in any more trouble.”

Thankfully, Nico was there in plenty of time to dress and other than the guys chirping him about his mystery man, practice was pretty uneventful.

After, he managed to dodge Dustin, who’d been trying to corner him all morning—probably to give him another lecture for his gossip page indiscretions—and made a beeline for his car.

By the time practice was over, Nico had a text message waiting for him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t from August. It was from Sky.

I’m craving sushi. Pick some up on your way over?

Nico shot off a response. Sure. No raw stuff though, right?

No. :(

An hour later, Nico let himself into Skylar’s penthouse loft.

“Oh thank God,” she said, taking the bag of takeout from him. “I was dying.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “Hi. Good to see you too.”

“Whatever. You’re too full of yourself already anyway,” she said with an airy toss of her blonde hair.

Skylar Hanley was drop-dead gorgeous by pretty much anyone’s standards. Her hair fell in glossy waves down her shoulders and her dark eyes and brows were a contrast to her bright hair.

But anyone who thought her looks were all she had to offer quickly learned otherwise. It was one of Nico’s favorite things about her.

She sat on the white leather sectional and spread the food out on the coffee table. “What did you get for yourself?”

“That was supposed to be enough for both of us!” he protested.

“Yeah, but I’m eating for two. What’s your excuse?” She shot him a smug grin.

“I’m a hockey player.” He swiped one of the containers off the table with a scowl. “You can’t have this one anyway. It’s got raw stuff.”

“Ugh.” She wrinkled her freckled nose. “Rude. I thought you were here to support me.”

“I am! Doesn’t mean I have to go without spicy tuna though.”

As they ate, they squabbled like they always did, Skylar settling with her back against the arm of the sofa, her feet in his lap.

She wore joggers and a crop top, her belly beginning to round out on her otherwise thin frame. She was in the second trimester still; he was pretty sure anyway.

There was some weird magical formula for figuring out due dates. It made about as much sense as calculus to Nico, but he was a hockey player and really, it was very unfair he had to do math.

But however they figured it, it meant Skylar was due in early April of next year.

He’d teased her that maybe he and the baby would share a birthday and she’d told him there was no way in hell she was putting up with another Aries in her life.

Talk about rude. He was delightful.

Now, Skylar kept one hand curled protectively around her stomach as she arranged a takeout container on her thighs.

“When are you planning to tell your parents about the pregnancy?” Nico asked.

“After the kid graduates from college.” She angled her phone to get a picture of the food.

“Good luck with that. You’re a Hanley, Sky. They’re not going to ignore it when pictures of your baby bump appear in the gossip rags.”

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