Page 34 of The Game Plan
This is it. I’m going to find out my baby’s gender… finally. I was waiting until the time felt right, and here, with Grant Campbell, it feels better than I could have asked for.
Grant’s arm wraps around my back, pulling me into his side, as the other takes my hand. He holds me in my very own Grant-sized cocoon.
Dr. Sinclair scans the paperwork before her gaze lands on us, her expression softening. “Congratulations, Savannah, you’re having a girl.”
Agirl.
Holy shit, Savannah is carrying a, well…a little Savannah. All sounds fade away as the doctor announces the gender. A little girl is growing inside her—a daughter.Herdaughter. I’m not even the one who put her there, but somehow, I can’t breathe past the rush in my chest.
Savannah’s mouth hangs open in surprise, shock filling her face. Her hand rests protectively over her bump, and for a second, it’s like the whole room disappears except for her and that tiny flicker of something that keeps igniting between us.
Amber eyes stare at me, the gold flecks shining brighter with her unshed tears. With my hand still holding the back of her neck, my thumb tracing small circles, I smile down at her.
And without thinking, I lean in close, pressing my lips to hers.
The kiss is soft, instinctive. It’s not wild or heated.
It’s…reverent.
This moment felt monumental. Like I was witnessing the start of something bigger than both of us, and I couldn’t let it pass unmarked. When her world felt anything but safe, Savannahturned to me. She’s allowing me to be a part of something extraordinary in her world.
Her lips are warm, the opposite of the chill on her skin from the cold doctor’s office. She gasps a little into my mouth, either from surprise or something else; I’m not sure. The room has fallen deadly quiet, the only sound from the soft music playing over the speakers.
Pulling back, I stare down at her as the doctor clears her throat.
Savannah blinks at me, eyes wide. Her cheeks flush a pretty pink that makes me want to kiss her again. God, what is it about seeing her flush? And as much as I want to kiss her again, I don’t. Because, holy shit, what did I do?
“Sorry,” I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck. “Got caught up in the moment.”
Sav lets out a nervous laugh that sounds more like a cough. “It’s fine.”
Dr. Sinclair gives a knowing smirk as she scribbles something in Sav’s chart. She’s probably noting that she’s living with an unstable idiot who doesn’t use his brain. Within seconds, she’s finished and giving Savannah a few tips on what to expect in the coming weeks.
A few minutes later, we’re walking out of the building, and I’m thankful I took a rideshare to the doctor’s office so we can head home together. Gripping her elbow, I help her into the passenger seat of my truck. It’s a tall step, and she makes a noise halfway up like her entire spine is protesting. Luckily, her car will be finished by the end of the week. Since her cousin’s buddy was doing a favor, it got delayed for paying customers. Maybe I should drive her to work until her car is finished so she doesn’t have to hoist herself into the truck alone.
You good?” I ask, with one hand bracing her back. Heat ignites at our contact, and I feel her body react. I swiftly pull my hand away, kicking myself for making things awkward.
She nods. “Just thirty-two weeks of gravity doing its worst,” she grumbles as she settles into the seat with a sigh.
I chuckle, shutting the door and jogging around to the driver’s side. In that brief time outside, sweat is already forming on my skin. The late summer heat is blazing.
With my seatbelt buckled, I press the button to start the ignition. Turning in my seat, I spare a glance at Savannah. Her brown hair is pulled into a high ponytail, cheeks full and glowing, eyes gazing out the window, completely lost in thought.
Once I’ve pulled out of the lot, I shift my arm until it’s draped over the steering wheel. “You working tonight?”
She startles in her seat as if she forgot I was next to her. “I was scheduled to,” she starts to say, biting her lip, “but I think I’m gonna call in. I’m feeling a bit emotional, and I think… I think I want to celebrate that I’m having a girl.”
Her voice breaks a little on the last word, and my heart twists. This woman is so brave. Doing all this alone—even though she has me—staying strong when the weight of the world feels like too much.
I reach for her hand without thinking and squeeze gently. Instead of pulling away like I anticipated, Savannah turns her hand over, threading her fingers through mine.
“You deserve to rest and take a night off to celebrate. Hell, I want to celebrate.” I pause, coming to a stop at a red light. Shifting my body in her direction, I can’t contain my smile. “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed. Thank you for letting me be a part of it.”
Her shoulders relax as she smiles. “Thank you for showing up. I was surprised to see you.”
“I’m here for you, Peach. Just say the word.”
Our gazes linger for longer than necessary, but I can’t pull away. If not for the car honking behind me, jolting my attention back to the road, we might have stayed that way all day.
