Page 63 of Time Out

Move in here?

I liked Davis. Liked him more every time we spent time together. He came from a family he adored, and if the way they raised him was like how the rest were, I’d probably feel the same way about them. Logistically, moving in with him would be a good idea. At least until the baby was born or in the months after. Belle and Lance were getting married in August, right after I was due. I wouldn’t be able to depend on her for much help, not when they’d be on their honeymoon and newly married. The summer would be Davis’s off-season, so he’d be around to help out before his next season started.

The only risk was my heart or us not working out and having to adjust after being gifted such luxury.

“Ugh.” I groaned as my stomach rolled, and then I jumped to my feet and lunged toward the bathroom.

“Crap,” I coughed right before I reached the toilet, dropped to my knees, and started puking into it.

I was an idiot. Got lost in my thoughts instead of taking care of myself, and now, the tiny bean inside me was revolting in anger for their immediate morning needs being ignored.

Once I was done, I flushed the toilet, closed the lid, and then collapsed back onto the tile floor, my back to the counters.

Which was exactly where Davis found me. Still sitting with my back to the counter, my head tilted so I was staring at the ceiling. His footsteps were heavy, alerting me to his presence well before he appeared in the doorway.

I turned my head to face him, and he glanced at me, the toilet, the rug I’d slipped across the floor in my rush to not puke on his floor, and then back to me.

“Are you okay?”

He was dressed to work out. Probably already had given the sweaty shirt clinging to his chest and the wetness of his hair.

“I waited too long to eat when I woke up.” My stomach rolled again.

“What do you need?”

“Toast?” I swallowed and cringed. “And some toothpaste?”

Davis quirked a smile. “That’s a strange pregnancy craving.”

I gawked at him. He couldn’t really think I meant…

“Kidding, Maggie. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Stay here, okay?”

Since I hadn’t planned to move for a while, I didn’t say anything and a minute later, Davis returned with a toothbrush, still in its packaging, and a travel-size tube of toothpaste. He set them on the counter and crouched next to me, brushing hair off my cheek. My eyes closed as his warm hand brushed over my face, soothing me in ways I didn’t know I needed.

In ways I’d never really had.

“Bread is in the toaster. Need anything to drink?”

I allowed myself one cup of coffee, but never before I ate and after brushing my teeth, orange juice would taste janky.

“Water, or Sprite, if you have it, would work.”

“All right. Take your time. I also brought in your clothes from the other room and set them on my bed. I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen, okay?”

“Thanks.” He stood to leave. “Davis?”

“Yeah?”

“What time is it?”

“It’s after noon.”

“Noon?!” Holy crap. I never slept in. Rarely past nine, and I couldn’t remember if I’d ever slept until noon.

He tossed me that smile of his that did funny things to my stomach in a much different way than it currently felt. “You were up late, and you need the sleep. It’s okay. It’s not like I have much to do anyway. Rest. Wake yourself up. I’ll have something for you to eat when you come out.”

It didn’t take me long once I managed to pull myself off the floor. A quick brushing of my teeth, and I climbed back into the sweatpants I’d worn the day before since I hadn’t planned to see him. I kept on his shirt, too lazy to change it and when I found him in the kitchen, he looked freshly showered, hair a different kind of wet than before, and in different clothes.

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