Page 58 of Pucking One Night Stand
“Blake.” I stop near the door, my heart beating like a war drum in my chest. “About that talk I wanted to have with you… Can we have it now?”
He studies me for a second, eyes narrowing, not with suspicion, but something quieter. He jerks his chin toward the passenger side.
“Yeah,” he says. “Get in.”
I do, and shut the door behind me.
He turns to face me and leans back in his seat. His tone drops. “Go… I’m listening.”
My throat is tight. Not the sexy kind of tight like it was last night when he…No. Focus.
“Well…” I start, already fiddling with the hem of my skirt like it’s going to give me the answer. “I’m not entirely sure how to say this, but…” I pause. Too long. My fingers smooth over the fabric of my skirt, pressing it down like I can iron out the panic in my chest.
Just say it. Just. Say It.
“It’s okay.” He watches me with those maddeningly calm eyes. “Just tell me.”
I glance at him. And something about the way he speaks, that steady patience, makes it worse. Like I might break.
And just like that, the floodgates open. Tears. Great. Snot and panic, exactly not the combo I was going for. I blink fast, try to breathe, try to stop my voice from wobbling like a goddamn earthquake.
He puts his hand on my shoulder.
“Well, a few days ago…” I manage, wiping my cheek with the back of my hand like a five-year-old. “I took a pregnancy test. And it was positive.”
His reaction? Silence. Total, earth-splitting silence, then he looks at me like his brain just packed a bag and left town. “Huh?” is the only thing that comes out of his mouth. One syllable. Flat.
His jaw moves like he’s trying to talk again, but forgot how language works. But then something shifts. He blinks, sits up straighter, and smiles.
What?
He leans in. Doesn’t say anything. Just kisses me. Warmly, firmly, not a flicker of hesitation.
When he pulls back, he whispers against my lips, “Oh fuck. Cassy, Cassy, Cassy. That is wonderful. I’m going to be a Dad?”
And now I’m the stunned one. “What… You’re not angry?” I ask, blinking like I misheard him.
“Angry?” he says, his eyebrows shooting up like I just suggested we rob a bank. “Why would I be angry? It’s half my fault,” he says, as he leans back in the driver’s seat and buries his head in his hands. “I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” he yells up to the roof of the truck like he needs to tell the universe.
Then he leans back over and kisses me again. This time, it’s not careful. It’s all heat and shock and something electric that settles in my chest like maybe, just maybe, this is going to be okay.
“Come on,” he says, breathless. “Let’s get inside, and we can talk tonight if that’s okay with you.”
“Definitely,” I whisper, nodding while my heart tries to sprint out of my ribcage.
He squeezes my hand. Not just a little squeeze, he holds it like he means it.
We both get out of the truck, and I swear we’re both smiling like idiots. Like actual idiots. Like teenagers who think love is easy.
But at this moment? That’s exactly how it feels.
He looks at me as we start heading toward the entrance. “Oh fuck. What did your dad say?”
I stop and meet his gaze. “Haven’t told him yet.”
“Okay…” He reaches for my hand again like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
We head to the entrance, flash our IDs at the door, and the scanners beep us through.
