Page 75 of The Last Thing
Sophia fellasleep in record time tonight. As has become common, I read to her while Wilson showered, but she fell asleep halfway through our second book. While it was tempting to snuggle in and fall asleep beside her, I shouldn’t make a habit of that. I don’t want to confuse her. It’ll be confusing enough when we tell her about the baby. Plus, I need to talk to Wilson about next weekend.
Don’t lie down.
I’m exhausted and can’t stop yawning, but if I lie down, I’ll fall asleep. Then Wilson will carry me to his bed, and I’ll lose any remaining shreds of hope of not completely falling in love with him.
How do I protect myself from the inevitable hurt?
I can’t. I’m a lost cause.
Wilson walks into the room, shirtless, in gray sweats, with his wet hair mussed—only proving my point.
“Waiting for me, Hellion?”
I narrow my eyes, even though I love when he calls me that.
“Maybe. I wanted to talk to you about something.”
He drops onto the couch and pulls my legs onto his lap, massaging them like he’s been doing pretty much every night lately.
“What’s up? If it’s a sleepover request, the answer is yes—at least if it means you sleeping in my bed.”
I shake my head. Sophia was beyond thrilled when Wilson agreed she could have a sleepover here with Maria on Friday.
“Well… kind of? I told my parents today.”
He freezes. “And?”
“They were great. Supportive. They’re excited to meet you and Sophia.” I clear my throat. This is the complicated part—mostly because he’s probably going to be thrilled. “I told them we were together. For simplicity’s sake.”
The smile this man gives is unlike anything I’ve seen before. He’s beaming so brightly you’d think he’s incapable of frowning.
“Oh, really?”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Impossible.”
I roll my eyes, trying to play it off, because what I have to say next only heightens my vulnerability.
“Anyway, they asked me to come down and see them next weekend—and to bring you.”
“Your parents want to meet me next weekend?”
“If we can make it happen.”
“Of course. I’ll make it work. No question. But Hal, do they know how old I am? I don’t want to walk in there with them thinking I’m your age and see an older guy and think I’m a predator?—”
“Wilson. Stop. They know the whole story. With certain parts redacted. It’s all good.”
He lets out a long breath. “Meeting your parents.”
“Yep. They wanted to meet Sophia too, but I figured we should wait until after?—”
“I agree. Plus, it’ll be good for them to meet me first and get any questions or worries out of the way.”
I practically snort at that. “All it’ll take is them spending five minutes with you to know they don’t need to have any.”
“I’m the guy who got their youngest daughter pregnant.”
