Page 51 of My Mom's Man
When we started sleeping together, and so carelessly, I’d sort of expected her to get pregnant right away. She didn’t and then that had me worrying maybe I was too old to be having babies. I thought I didn’t want more kids, but then Emma came along. Now I want that so fucking much. It wasn’tuntil she brought me a positive pregnancy test a few weeks ago that I actually believed it were possible.
We’re going to have a baby.
It’s surreal.
I caress her stomach that’s slightly swollen, but otherwise not obvious that she’s pregnant. We haven’t told anyone yet, not even Amara or Brayden. For now, the little one growing inside her is our little secret, at least until her first appointment next week.
“Oh,” she says, pulling back to grin at me. “I have detention tomorrow.”
It’s times like these I sometimes forget she’s still in high school until she reminds me. Never fails to make me feel like I’m robbing the cradle. But I’m never going to walk away from her, so it’s something I just have to get over.
“What for this time?” I grumble. “And why didn’t he make you do it today?”
“How do you know it was Coach Long who gave it to me?”
“It’s his favorite hobby. Giving you detention.”
She smirks. “No lies detected.”
“But he usually keeps you after. Why wait until tomorrow?”
“I told him I had a business meeting for a potential recruit for my internship. He allowed me to postpone it.”
“Sounds reasonable,” I say with a lifted brow. “Now why the hell did he give you detention in the first place?”
“Don’t worry,” she assures me, eyes twinkling. “I didn’t throat punch anyone this time.”
For someone so fucking sweet, she can be a little monster at times.
“Don’t drip feed this to me, Em. Out with it, or I’ll bend you over your desk in there and give you my own form of punishment.”
Her green eyes flash with desire. “Hmmm.”
My dick twitches in my jeans. “Emma.”
“Okay,” she huffs out in faux exasperation. “It was that stupid kid again. He kept talking about disgusting stuff like…” Her lip curls up. “Actually, I don’t want to repeat the redneck crap he talked about eating that made me so nauseous I had to race to the bathroom to puke.”
“What did you do when you got back from puking?”
We both know she laid into him after that.
“I told him his scent of Axe body spray mixed with his desperation and need to be an attention whore made me puke up my breakfast.” She rolls her eyes. “He called me a bitch. I called him alittlebitch, which oddly royally pissed him off. He’s a big oaf, but I made sure to flit my gaze down to his dick to drive home my words.” A cackle bursts from her. “Of course, Coach only heardmecursing. He gave me detention for bullying.”
“I mean, he’s not wrong.”
“Wyatt is awful,” she complains. “He says crap to everyone. I’m the only one who ever says anything back.”
“I’ll be so glad when you graduate.”
“Because people will stop looking at you like you’re a dirty old man?” she taunts, eyes gleaming wickedly.
“Now you’re bullying me,” I grunt out, “Difference is, I’m not a little bitch, and I’ll whip your pretty little ass.”
“I don’t believe you.”
She does.
We both know she does.
