Page 31 of Need You To Choose Me

“Stubborn, infuriating man,” I mutter to myself as I go to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I make my way to my room to put on some clothes. The whole ordeal was starting to become a bigger challenge every morning. Now that my bump was visible and growing bigger, most of my old clothes didn’t fit, and since I refuse to spend any money on maternity clothes that I won’t need later on, I’ve been sticking to wearing my maxi dresses. I’mjust finishing putting on some makeup to cover the bags under my eyes when I can hear a knock on the door.

Huffing in annoyance, I march to the door and pull it open. “What the hell do you—” The words die on my lips when I spot the redhead on my doorstep. “Becky?”

My best friend raises her brows. “Were you expecting somebody else?”

“I—” I glance over her shoulder, but the front porch is empty, a floorboard covering the broken step. “No.” Shaking my head, I shift my attention to her. “But what are you doing here? How did you know where to find me?”

Becky glares at me and pushes into my house, her big belly leading the way. In the last few weeks, she’s grown double in size, but while most women looked all swollen and tired at this stage of pregnancy, Becky was still glowing.

“Apparently I have to find out that youmovedfrom your neighbor because you don’t have the audacity to answer your damn phone!” She turns around and crosses her arms over her chest. “What the hell, Sav?”

I wince softly at the accusation. “I’m sorry. I forgot and left my phone in my car yesterday when I got here.”

More like I refused to leave the house in case Blake was lurking around and waiting for me.

“We have to talk.” Becky lets out a sigh and drops her hands. “About what happened yesterday.”

“I know, and I wasn’t avoiding you. I genuinely left my phone in the car. A lot has been going on, and I just…” I run my fingers through my hair, feeling that familiar anxiety rising inside my chest and making it hard to breathe. “I don’t know what the hell to do, Becky. I was finally getting to a good place, and now my cottage is flooded, and nowhe’shere. Not just that, he has a kid.” Blake’s comment from last night rings in my mind. “Kids. He has two kids, and he’s aggravating and headstrong, and apparentlysince my luck is so bad, he lives just across this fucking street, and now that he knows about Munchkin, he sees us as some fucking responsibility that he has to take care of, and I?—”

“What?”

“Yes, if I remember correctly, his exact words were, ‘I don’t know about what kind of men you’ve dealt with in the past, but I’m not some asshole that walks away from his responsibilities,’” I mock in Blake’s deep baritone. “Oh, and that was after he dropped the bomb that we should get married.”

“He did what?!” Becky’s mouth falls open. “Fucking Blake Walker.”

“Tell me abou—” My shoulders go rigid as her words register in my mind. “What?”

I go back over our conversation, but I don’t remember saying his name.

Becky gives me a knowing look. “I’m right, aren’t I? Blake is the father of your baby?”

I shake my head, my mouth going dry. “How do you?—”

“Yesterday, you said that he brought his kid to your class. Levi is in first grade, and, well, there aren’t that many new people moving to Bluebonnet to begin with.”

“I don’t understand,” I whisper; my words are barely audible over the buzzing in my ears.

Becky knew him—all this time. Becky knew the father of my child.

How is that even possible?

“Blake used to play for the Lonestars with Miguel,” Becky explains, her hands landing on my shoulders. “Say something, Sav.”

“How is this possible?”

Of all the people in this world, and I hook up with one of Miguel’s teammates? Somebody must be playing a trick on me. There isn’t another explanation.

“I keep saying that this town is too damn small, but this is on a whole other level.” Becky snorts, her face turning serious. “What are you going to do?”

Wasn’t that a million-dollar question?

There were a lot of unknowns surrounding Blake, except one.

“I know what I’m not going to do.”

“Oh?” Becky quirks her brow.

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