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“Fine. Keep your secrets.”
“I like being mysterious.”
“Mhm.” He pulls me closer. “I wish every morning could be like this.”
“Lazy and cozy?”
“With you in my arms.”
I swallow hard. “Maybe it should be like this every morning.”
His brows dart up. “Really?”
“If you’re okay with me not doing the walk of shame at five in the morning—at least, after we tell Sophia.”
“I love the sound of that.”
“Good.”
He lets out a long breath. “What do you think? Should we get up and enjoy the city?”
Slowly, I nod. “For a little while. Then I want to go home. To Sophia… to our life.”
My heart beats harder when I say the words. Maybe it’s too heavy-handed. But I want him to know I’m jumping into this.
“Our life?”
“Mhm. It’s unpredictable and a little chaotic, but I like it.”
He stares at me for a beat, then kisses my forehead. “I like it too. Every second.”
Then instead of getting up, he pulls me closer, and I nestle against him, dreaming of all the things this week might bring.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
HALLIE
Wakingup wrapped in Wilson’s arms is my new favorite thing.
We’re still being sneaky since we’re waiting to tell Sophia anything until after my appointment next week, so he’s been waiting until she’s in the bathroom each morning, then quickly sneaking me out of the apartment. I change and come back, and it’s like I’ve barely missed any time with him.
I’m in way too deep, but there’s no getting out now.
I still keep hearing that voice in the back of my head telling me to run or I’ll get hurt, but at this point, it’ll hurt regardless. I’d rather enjoy being happy first at least.
This morning, I talked to Gran, and she was happy to give me a loan to get a new car. Even though her version of me paying her back is taking that money and putting it into an account for the baby since that’s what she’d do with the money I paid her back anyway. It’s a load off my mind, but it’s also forced me to think about what happens next in other ways.
If Wilson and I are together, and then I’m having his baby… will we start living together? Officially? As my dad noted, him paying me would have to stop at that point, so what would I do for income? I trust Wilson, but I’m not sure I’ll ever feel comfortable not having some kind income of my own. I need tostart thinking through what’s next. Obviously, I’d take time to recover after having the baby.
I’d like to be a stay-at-home mom, but it scares me a little, relying on someone else so completely. I want to live my life in a way that fulfills me, but I also want to make sure I’m not giving up my autonomy. Time to do some thinking and planning, and have a conversation with Wilson about it.
Right now, I’m just happy to be feeling mostly good after last weekend’s scare. I’m still nauseous, but I’m hoping it’ll dissipate soon.
I’ve just finished folding and putting away my laundry when there’s a knock on the door.
“Coming,” I call.
When I swing it open, Frannie walks in, her phone in front of her face.
