Page 63 of Need You To Choose Me

With that, I disconnect the call and start gathering my things. I grab my water bottle from my desk, refill it before leaving school, and jump into my car just as my phonepingswith a message—the floor and room number.

Putting the car into drive, I rest my hand against my belly. “Time to go meet your friend, Munchkin.”

After a quick stop at the Reading Nook to grab Becky’s order, I make a pit stop at Walmart, where I buy a few goodies for thenew parents and continue to the hospital. Thankfully, there is no traffic, so I get there in a decent amount of time.

Grabbing the basket and the coffee, I slip out of the car and make my way inside.

I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it: Becky and Miguel were parents.

It seemed surreal.

Would I feel like that when I give birth?

Most likely.

The nurses smile at me as I pass by, but they don’t ask any questions while I go down the hallway. The message says it’s the last room on the right, and sure enough, when I come closer, I can hear Becky’s soft voice coming through the crack in the door that was left open.

I slow down my steps as I move closer and spot Becky lying in bed, holding her new baby, with Miguel sitting behind her, his arms protectively wrapped around them.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I stand there and watch them. It felt wrong to barge in and intrude on what was clearly a private moment between the three of them.

“He has your nose,” Becky whispers, looking over her shoulder at Miguel, who smiles at her, a look of pure adoration on his face.

A knot forms in my throat as I watch them. A perfect little family. It was the only thing I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember—somebody to call mine.

And I’ll have it. Soon enough, I’ll have a little person to call mine. But it won’t be the same since it’ll be just the two of us.

Swallowing the knot in my throat, I turn around. I’ll just go to the bathroom and give them a momen?—

All the air is knocked out of my lungs as I collide with a firm chest.

Shit.

I tighten my hold on the coffee and basket, so they don’t fall. Warm hands wrap around mine, holding me steady. The calloused fingertips rub at my skin.

Fingertips I was familiar with.

Fingertips that were, only last night, caressing my face as he was leaning down to kiss me when we were interrupted.

“Blondie…”

I raise my gaze and find Blake standing in front of me, surprise written on his face. “What are you doing here?”

“Becky called me and asked me to bring her some iced coffee and muffins.”

“Did you say you have muffins?”

I jerk back at the sound of Levi’s question, the sudden movement almost making the basket fall.Again.

“Gimme that,” Blake mutters, taking the basket from my hands before I can protest.

I look down at the small boy, who’s watching me expectantly, an “It’s a boy!” balloon clasped in his hand.

I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Umm, yes, I do.”

“Can I have one?”

“Levi, that’s for Rebecca.” Blake shoots Levi a pointed look.

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