Page 66 of A Moment for Us
“We will, and you’ll eat your words.”
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My leg won’t stop bouncing.
Around me, there are various women in different stages of their pregnancy. One is about to pop, her hands resting on her swollen belly, the other is maybe a few months along, just having the slightest bulge, and then there’s the new mom, who looks . . . tired.
Josh grabs my hand, lacing his fingers with mine and placing it on my knee.
I turn to him, giving him a soft smile. “Sorry, I’m just nervous.”
“That she’ll tell us you’re pregnant?”
“Yes,” I say with a laugh. “It’s just going to be weird. She said we’ll hear the heartbeat and get the exact due date this time.”
“It’ll be fine, Delia,” Josh reassures me.
I don’t know that it will be. Everything feels so up in the air and confusing. I’m pregnant, and instead of Josh flipping his lid and calling me a whore, he’s been really great. Other than the whole moving in with me thing, that is.
This morning, he woke me up with coffee and then ate his eggs, which he made with the windows open and a fan going, on the deck even though it was freaking freezing outside. While I probably deserved to puke after the day he had with Mrs. Garner and Villafane, he went out of his way to make sure I was comfortable.
Speaking of . . .
“Are you going over to check out Mrs. Garner’s locks today?”
He gives me a side-eye glance. “Yes, after our appointment.”
“It was very sweet of you to offer.”
Josh snorts. “Offer? I think you mean got steamrolled into doing.”
“Sort of sucks, huh?”
“What?”
I raise one brow. “Being steamrolled. This man I know, who is really hot and I hooked up with a few times, well, he did this same kind of thing to me.”
Josh’s lips twitch. “Did he?”
“Yup, one day, I made a comment, and the next thing I knew, he was moving in.”
“Sounds like a caring guy.”
“Oh, he cares like an overbearing brute.”
Josh leans in. “Did you call me a brute?”
“Did you steamroll your way into my home?” I counter. As much as he did do exactly that, it’s also more than any man has done to ensure my safety. It’s kind of sweet, even if I have to sit on my hands to stop myself from mauling him.
“Maybe, but you’re having my baby.”
“And that means?”
He shrugs. “Nothing.”
I huff and rest my head on the wall before cutting my eyes toward him. “Thank you.”
“For?” he asks with confusion in his voice.
