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“Group project, Linc.”
“I like it, Mel.” I give her a reassuring smile.
“Okay then, let’s do the paperwork.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Melonie
We signed all the paperwork, and the agent gave us a move-in date two weeks away. It seems a little fast, but a quick move in won’t give me space to change my mind. As we leave the office, my stomach growls, and suddenly I need food.
“I’m starving.”
“We can go up to mine and order lunch. I know today has been crazy, but I would really like to talk about telling people. It’s been really hard for me to keep this from everyone.”
“Food, then talking.” I smile at him.
“Done. What sounds good?”
“I want a cheeseburger and a milkshake,” I answer quickly.
“What Mama wants, Mama gets.”
Linc pulls up an app and orders food on the way up to his apartment. I start feeling a little anxious that I’m about to see his place for the first time. I’m about to find out what his home looks like, feels like, which also means I’m about to get a glimpse of what our place could look like. It also hits me how fast we’re doing all this. I just signed a lease with a person when I haven’t even been inside their current space. I try my best to silence the alarms going off in my head.
We step off the elevator and walk to his door. He unlocks it, opening it for me to enter first. I step in and I’m pleasantly surprised. It looks like a grown man’s home, fully furnished, and it smells good. It smells like him, and it pains me to admit it, but it’s a little comforting after the morning we’ve had.
“This is really nice. You have pictures on the walls and a color scheme.”
He laughs. “Did you expect me to live in a cave?”
“Most bachelor’s don’t really decorate.”
“I admit, my mom helped me when I moved in here, but I picked the colors.”
“You did well. Will you be okay if I add my girliness to our place?”
“You can have complete control over decorating. I just ask that we keep my TV so I can watch games.”
I grin. “You got it.”
The food arrives, and we set up camp in the living room. I rustle through the bags of food and pass him his items. I quickly unwrap my burger and let out a contented sigh as I take a bite.
“Anything you want to watch?” Linc points to the TV.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” I answer with a mouth full of food. This child has already stolen my manners.
“Sorry I let you get so hungry.”
I shake my head. “Not your fault. I should have eaten breakfast.”
He looks at me with concern on his face. “You didn’t have breakfast?”
“I was too nervous about our appointment.”
“I get it. Just don’t make a habit of that. You and the baby need food.”
I take another bite and turn to him. “Okay,Daddy.”
