Page 55 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

“We’re pregnant!” His gaze moves from my face to my tummy, and unconsciously, my hand goes to my stomach like I’ve been doing lately, but this time, Drake’s hand is there, too. “My baby,” he mouths with his brows in question.

I nod, smiling, and he places his hand on both sides of my head, smoothing my hair, then cupping my face as he looks into my eyes. His smile dims a little, “But why didn’t you tell me?” I think about my doubts and fears, all that that's gone through my head since I found out. But I don’t need to voice them because he nods in understanding. Drake tips my chin so I can look into his eyes.

“I told you—I’d love you through anything. And right now, this isn’t anything—this is everything.” He smiles at me. His mouth motions like he’s trying to say something else, but eventually, he gives up his lips, crashing into mine. The kiss is tender and soft, taking my breath away. I feel like I’m lifting off the ground— my insides melting with how soft his lips caress mine. I could take this man right here. He gently brushes my cheek with his thumb. Even with my mom right behind us, we’re lost in this moment.

“I’m going to be a father,” he whispers, a mix of happiness and disbelief in his voice. “Again,” he adds.

“I love you, Ava. You just made me the happiest I’ve ever been.” I gaze into his eyes, and for the first time, I can share what I’m feeling without fear of anything standing between us. No secrets, no half-truths.

“And I love you.” I think about how much we’ve been through and what Drake Armstrong means to me, making me crave him even more. He wraps his strong hand around my neck as he crashes his tongue to meet mine. We say with our lips what we feel in our hearts: Indescribable love and passion like no other. Desire slams into me, and our kiss turns to fire.

Drake’s lips are an aphrodisiac, lighting my fuel, and I need to feel him inside me.

I want him. I love him.

My pussy thumps, and my already sensitive nipples are hard and pointy, aching for his touch. I pull him in closer, and he draws away as someone clears their throat. Drake’s hands drop from my neck, but he doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he takes my hand and interlinks our fingers as if to say I’m under his protection.

“Eh- Ehm!” Someone clears their throat again, bringing me to my senses.

Shit, “Mom!” I say, embarrassed.

But she doesn’t look hostile; she’s just standing there with a soft, stunned look on her face as if she’s witnessed something both wild and beautiful. The room is filled with silence before she smiles softly and emits. “I’ll leave you two love birds alone.”

Chapter thirty-six

Drake

I asked Ava to move in with me on Star Island.

And I’m not taking no for an answer. She promised to think about it, and I told her I’ll wait for her yes till the end of the week.

She should give it to me by tomorrow, and I can hardly contain my nervous energy. Even Zoe senses it.

She looks up at me confused while I’m tucking her into bed and says, “You’re being weird again.”

Knowing that to Zoe, ‘being weird’ means I’m happy. But I ask anyway. “Weird how?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. But it’s weird in a good way.” She ends with a smile.

I guess there’s no time like the present to bring it up. So, I nudge Zoe softly. "How would you feel about having a brother or sister?" I ask, thinking about the best way to break the news to her. But it's like, Zoe is way ahead of me. Her eyes light up with excitement.

“Is it Ava?” She says, signing the words at the same time.

“Close, I laugh But Ava can’t be your sibling.”

She thinks for a second before she says, “Then can Ava be my mommy?”

I can’t put into words exactly how that question makes me feel, but it’s something like how I felt when I first saw Ava and Zoe laugh together. I smile, wrap her in my arms and say. “Ava can be your mommy, if you’d let her.”

Zoe thinks again. “Sooo who’s my new baby if Ava’s my mommy?”

Before I can respond, her eyes light up again and she turns to me. “Does Ava have a baby?”

I laugh again, and she giggles with me. "Yes, I want a sister! And I want Ava as my mommy too! Yay!"

She squeals and kicks her pajama-clad legs in the air.

I wrap my hands around her and kiss her forehead. “I love you, sweetie. Sleep tight.”

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