Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I would never.” Foster places his hand to his chest as if he’s offended. The grin that’s replacing his usually stoic expression gives him away.
“I’m down for sleeping in my own bed,” Foster says.
“What? You’re going to abandon us?” Baker asks.
“Camden can spend the night at my place,” Foster replies, making us all laugh.
My arms wrap tightly around my girl, and it hits me that I’m holding my entire world in my lap. This incredible woman dropped into my life when I wasn’t looking, but I’m so fucking glad I opened my eyes.
Chapter Thirteen
Bellamy
I’m sitting in the waiting room, scrolling through my phone, minding my own business, when someone sits in the seat next to me. Never mind there are several other unoccupied options. This person decides they need to be all up in my space. On instinct, I glance over, and my mouth falls open. “Reid.”
“Hey, Dream Girl.” He leans in for a kiss, one hand resting on my cheek, while the other presses gently against my belly.
“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at practice.” Training camp has been over for a week. Just as he requested, I stayed at his place and haven’t left since. I still have to move all of my things and handle my lease. I’ve been going and grabbing more clothes as I need them. Eventually, I’ll have everything moved. There’s a part of me that wants to hold on to my place just a little longer, but that’s not fair to Reid or me. I told him I’d give this a shot, and I am. We’ve just been busy and haven’t had the chance.
“You’re here.”
“You’re supposed to be at practice.” I raise my eyebrows because he’s avoiding the question.
“Yeah, about that. I might have pissed your dad off so bad he decided I was done for the day.”
“What did you do?” Dread washes over me. I don’t want to come between the two of them. They had a good working relationship before I came into the picture.
“Told him I was leaving early.”
“So he punished you by giving you what you wanted?”
Reid shrugs. “Yep.”
“What are you not telling me?”
“This is your first appointment, and I wanted to be here. I told Coach I had to leave an hour early, and he wasn’t impressed. He wanted to know why, and I told him it was personal. He didn’t like that either. He ran me hard, and when it was time for me to leave, I started to walk off the field. He screamed and yelled, said he would fine me, and I kept walking. He then shouted after me to get out of his stadium.”
“I’m sorry. It’s my fault he’s being hard on you.” It makes me despise my father even more.
“It’s not. That man makes his own decisions. I can see where he’s coming from. They pay me nineteen million a year. I’m supposed to be there, but this was more important.”
I choke on my spit. I knew he made good money, but damn. “I could have told you what the doctor had to say.”
“You could have, but I’d rather be here to hear it on my own. It was an hour, and I gave him everything while I was there, just like I do every other day. I’ve never missed a practice for any reason. He can fine me. It’s fine.”
“In the future, I’ll make my appointments later in the day.” I should have done that with this one, but I thought we were good for me to come on my own and report back to him. I should have known better. If I know anything about my baby daddy, it’s that he doesn’t do anything halfway.
He kisses my temple. “I’ll be here,” he assures me. My heart squeezes in my chest. He’s never hesitated. Not once. He’s a solid foundation that I find myself leaning on. There’s still a little voice in the back of my head, telling me that I can’t trust this flutter in my chest when he’s near or when I think about him, but I push it away.
Reid is not my father.
My gut tells me this is true. My head still stumbles from time to time, but that’s okay. I know it will take some time, but I’m not fighting this. Heartbreak be dammed. At least I won’t ever have to ask myself what if.
“Bellamy Warner.” My name is called, and we stand. Reid grabs my hand, and together we make our way to the exam room. “I see you’re here to confirm pregnancy?” the nurse asks.
“Yes,” Reid and I reply at the same time, making her laugh.
She rattles off questions about how I’m feeling, the first day of my last period, and if I took a home test. She takes my temp, has me step on the scales, which are in the room instead of the hall, something I’ve never seen before, and takes my blood pressure before handing me a gown, telling me to strip down and cover up with the blanket. “We’ll take a blood test after you see the doctor. She’s running about fifteen minutes behind, but she’ll be with you as soon as she can.” The nurse smiles and leaves the room.