Page 23 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
She shook her head and released a long sigh.
“We’ll figure this out. We will,” Jordan said, staring into her eyes.
She observed this man as a pregnant pause, pun intended, allowed them to take in the moment.
“I really thought you were an asshat when we first met,” she said, stroking his cheek just below his toddler battle scar, then noticed the little mark next to it that had to be from when she pegged him with the pregnancy test box.
What a day!
“And you know how much I hated your Birkenstock sandals,” he replied, but his expression said the opposite.
She brushed her thumb across his baby combat injuries. “That seems like ages ago, doesn’t it?”
“It does,” he answered, staring down at her belly.
What was their next step? Did they tell people about the pregnancy? Should they keep it to themselves? And God help her, what would she do about her mother? Her mind was about to start a new spin cycle when their phones chimed the appointment alert for their meeting with Hector and Bobby.
“How are we going to play this with CityBeat?” he asked.
She blew out a tight breath. “I have no idea.”
The one thing she did know was that they needed to come up with a strategy—and fast.
