Page 89 of Need You To Choose Me

She is baby shopping? On her own?

Before I get a chance to process her words, Levi’s whole face lights up in excitement. “I wanna come. Can I come? I wannabuy something for my baby brother. Please?” He turns to me and clasps his hands. “Can we come, Dad?”

I watch Savannah as she presses her lips in a tight line, fighting to keep her composure. Those bright blue eyes meet mine, and I can see all the different emotions and worries shining in their depths as if she still quite doesn’t believe that this is real.

“If Savannah doesn’t mind our company.”

Levi turns his pleading gaze to her. “Please, Miss Parker, can we come with you?”

“Umm… Oka?—”

“Yes!” Levi fist bumps excitedly before she can even finish.

“Let’s go.” Levi grabs her hand and starts pulling her away. “I saw this one store…”

Savannah glances over her shoulder, her gaze meeting mine as Levi drags her in the opposite direction. Shaking my head, I hurry up to catch up to them.

“You should slow down, Levi. You don’t want to fall, do you?”

“I’m not going to fall,” he protests as he suddenly comes to a stop in front of a store. “Here. We can buy him Lego bricks?—”

He’s about to enter, but I place my hand on his shoulder. “Slow down, buddy, okay?”

“Fine.”

I crouch down, so we’re at the same level. “You remember what I said about the baby?”

He huffs out a long breath. “But I have a feeling, Dad! It’s going to be a boy.”

“Well, let’s just play it on the safe side and get something for the baby regardless of whether it’s a boy or a girl. Besides, the baby can’t play with Lego bricks until they’re a bit older, so why don’t you pick out a toy they can play with when they get here?”

“Okay, I guess. What can we get him?” He purses his lips, his brows pulling together as he thinks.

Savannah’s gaze darts to me, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she tries to hold back her smile, and I can feel the corner of my mouth lift.

“I know!” Levi yells suddenly and bolts away.

“No running around, Levi,” I call after him, pushing to my feet.

“Okay!”

Shaking my head, I turn toward Savannah to find that her face has turned serious. I move closer, my finger slipping under her chin and gently turn her to me.

“You okay there, Blondie?”

“Yeah. He’s just being so sweet, and I…” She lets out a self-deprecating chuckle as she lowers her gaze. “It’s silly, but I’m just emotional. These hormones are getting to me.”

I slide my finger over her chin. “Or maybe you’re just one big softy,” I rasp out, my voice coming out tight.

I still couldn’t get out of my head what she said the other day.

Family.

That’s what she wants for her baby—ourbaby.While all the other women would have dozens of demands, this was the only thing she asked for.

A family.

Such a simple request from such a complicated woman.

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