Page 168 of Need You To Choose Me

I guess nobody could fault him for that.

Savannah’s laughter comes from outside, drawing my attention toward the window.

Once everybody gathered, we all sat down for lunch that Mrs. Fernandez prepared. I swear that woman’s cooking was from another planet. It was that good. I ate so much I don’t know how the hell I managed to get out of my chair. I’ll need to put in some serious workouts if I plan to get rid of all the extra calories.

“You’re so smitten.”

I don’t even try to deny it as I push to my feet. “You’ll see one day; you just wait.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

Chuckling, I leave the room and go to the car before I walk around the house and to the back porch.

Eyes the color of the sky meet mine, and a smile spreads over her face as she shifts in her chair.

“You didn’t check your sugar.”

She glances at her watch, her mouth falling open. “Shit, I totally forgot.” Savannah pushes from the chair. “I’ll just go and grab?—”

I wrap one arm around her and slide into her seat, pulling her into my lap.

“I’ve gotcha, Blondie.”

“Is that your emergency kit?”

The corner of my mouth lifts as I open the bag and prepare the glucose meter. “Sure is. I told you it’d come in handy.”

Taking her hand in mine, I go through the motions of testing her blood sugar.

“Is she okay?” Becky asks as she joins us.

“Sheis sitting right here, you know?” Savannah gives her a pointed look.

“But he has the monitor. You’re feeling fine, though?”

“If by fine, you mean completely stuffed, then sure, I’m fine.”

My brows pull together when the reading appears on the screen. “It’s 168.”

“That’s not too bad.” I quirk my brow, which has her rolling her eyes. “What? It’s not. It’s Thanksgiving, and Mrs. Fernandez made such amazing food I could barely contain myself.”

“I know.” I brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I just don’t want to see you get sick again.”

Just the thought of something happening to Savannah made me paralyzed with fear.

“I’ll drink more water, and if I don’t feel well, I’ll let you know.”

“Here you go,” Becky says, immediately handing her the bottle, which Savannah takes without protest.

“You need to take care of yourself and your little one, young lady,” Mrs. Fernandez chimes in, her gaze landing on me. “Let that strong man of yours take care of you.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling her, Mrs. F.”

“You should listen to him.”

“Hear that, Blondie?” I wiggle my brows at her. “You should listen to me.”

Savannah elbows me playfully. “In your dreams.”

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