Page 116 of Need You To Choose Me

My jaw clenches as I try to hold back my anger toward a woman I’ve never even met.

However, it did explain a lot about the woman sitting in front of me. Her reservations when it came to our baby, her constant stubbornness, and the independence she was clinging to with both hands. For a good reason, since she had to learn from an early age how to take care of herself.

She lifts her hand, her fingers tracing over my scruff as her gaze meets mine. “We make quite a pair, don’t we?”

My stomach tightens at her gentle touch. Those blue eyes turn dark, lips parting as she just stares at me. Pink spreads over her cheeks, and she sinks her teeth into her lower lip, drawing my gaze to that lush mouth that’s been tempting me ever since I kissed her. Hell, ever since I first saw her.

“We sure do,” I croak out, my voice coming out tight.

Savannah’s nails graze over my jaw, sending a zap of electricity down my spine. A low groan comes from deep inside my chest, and it takes everything in me to hold back.

She was vulnerable right now. Hell, she was still recovering from her ER visit, and her blood sugar had been all over the place. She didn’t need me groping her.

I let out a long breath and focus back on the topic at hand. “If you don’t want the baby stuff, I understand. I’ll tell Daniel, and we’ll take?—”

A finger presses against my lips.

“I…” Her tongue darts out, sliding over her lower lip. I can see her mind work, fighting with herself, with her demons. “I can keep it.”

“Are you sure?”

Savannah nods. “You’re right. Munchkin is our baby, and you bought these things for his room.”

The corner of my mouth twitches in amusement, my brow rising. “His? Did Levi get to you?”

Savannah pokes me playfully. “You know what I me?—”

Suddenly, she sucks in a breath, her brows furrowing.

“What’s wrong?” My smile falls as I take her in, trying to figure out what just happened.

“Nothing,” she says quickly, but I don’t miss how she moved her palm to her side.

“Blondie,” I growl in warning. “I’m calling bullshit on that one.”

Something was definitely wrong.

“Blake, I’m fine. Really.”

“Well, something isn’t right,” I insist, my scowl growing deeper. “I can see it on your face. Do we need to go to the ER?—”

“No.” She shakes her head quickly. “It’s just a kick. We’re fine.”

A kick?

I blink, unsure if I heard her correctly.

“Munchkin is kicking,” she whispers, almost like she’s afraid she’ll scare the baby. A smile slowly spreads over Savannah’s face, her gaze meeting mine, wonder and love shining on her face.

Before I can say anything, she takes my hand and places it on her stomach.

I suck in a breath when my fingers press against her bump. I don’t know what I expected, but it feels harder than it looks.

“I don’t?—”

The words die on my lips when I feel a strong jab against my palm. My head snaps up to find Savannah watching me, a big smile on her lips. “See?”

Dammit, she looks beautiful when she smiles.

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