Page 160 of Need You To Choose Me

Blake groans but lets me go. “I’ll go make us some coffee.”

“Sounds perfect.”

I push to my feet as fast as I can and make my way to the bathroom that’s attached to Blake’s bedroom, where I quickly do my thing before splashing some water on my face and brushing my teeth.

After the second night at Blake’s place, I woke up and found a few of my things in the bathroom. At first, I thought that he had taken them from my house, but nope. He bought them. For me. It made this whole thing that much more real. My shampoos were lined up next to his in the shower, and there was a pink toothbrush along with his blue one. He wanted me here, in his space. They all did.

Once I’m done in the bathroom, I slip into the quiet hallway. Both of the boys’ rooms were closed, so they still must be sleeping. As I make it downstairs, I’m greeted by the scent of coffee coming from the kitchen.

Blake must hear me because he turns around, two coffee cups in hand. “Just in time.”

“God, I need this.”

Blake smirks, placing them on the coffee counter. “Did somebody keep you up last night?”

“You know damn well who kept me up.” I jab my finger into Blake’s chest. “Not that your baby is any better.”

“Now it’smybaby, huh?” Blake chuckles. He pulls me to him and hoists me onto the counter effortlessly, something he does every morning, so I’m not even surprised. “Hear that, Munchkin? You’re my baby now.”

“Yes,yourbaby. If you’re not keeping me awake, the constant kicking against my ribs and bladder is. I swear I had to get up like five times.”

“Poor baby.” Blake leans down and kisses my bump gently. His eyes twinkle in amusement, and I don’t even have it in me tobe angry at him. “You need to give your mommy a breather, or she gets cranky.”

“I’m not cranky,” I mutter, my fingers sliding through his mussed curls.

“Of course not,” Blake fights a smile as he pushes to his feet.

“I’m not. Just sleep deprived.”

“We can take a nap later.”

He grabs my diabetes kit from the drawer and sets everything up, taking my hand in his so he can test my fasting sugar. He turns the monitor so I can see the results.

“You’re good to go. How about I make us some breakfast? Veggie omelet?”

“I can help.”

I start to push off the counter, but Blake’s hands land on my hips. “Or you can stay right where you are and let me cook for you.” He leans down and presses his mouth against mine in a quick kiss. “Drink your coffee.”

Not leaving me room for discussion, he pulls back and gets to work, chopping veggies and mixing eggs before he pulls out the pancake batter out of the pantry. Sipping on my coffee, I watch his bicep flex with every movement he makes, and suddenly, I’m hungry for something other than food.

Blake must feel me staring at him because he glances over his shoulder, his eyes darkening. “Blondie…”

My tongue darts out, sliding over my lower lip when the sound of pounding feet against the stairs snaps me out of my thoughts.

“Are those pancakes?” Daniel asks as he enters the room, rubbing at his eyes.

“I can’t bake a cake for shit, but I can make some mean pancakes for the birthday boy.” Blake flips the last of the pancakes onto the plate before wiping his hands and turning around so he can pull Daniel into a hug. “Happy birthday.”

Wait… what?

“What about me?” Levi whines. “I want pancakes.”

Blake chuckles as he pulls back. “You can have pancakes too.”

I glance between the three Walker boys, who’re still discussing the pancakes, as I try to wrap my head around it.

“It’s Daniel’s birthday?”

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