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“Us.” His expression was shuttered. “People aren’t stupid. Maybe if you stayed here a week no one would notice. But two months? Someone’s going to notice.”
I shrugged. “What do you want to say to people?”
Confusion washed through his light gaze. “I guess that all depends on whether I want to be a part of this child’s life.”
“You mean you may want to?” He’d been so against that idea, I’d assumed me and my mom would be raising the child without him.
He narrowed his gaze. “Probably not. I don’t know. Maybe.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, he sounded so muddled. “We have three months to figure this out. Let’s not stress about it right now.”
He looked relieved and the tension left his face. “Yeah. We have plenty of time.”
I clapped my hands together. “Well, I have to go to headquarters to talk to Tork.” I hesitated. “Promise when I come home I won’t find my stuff out on the porch?”
He gave the first real smile I’d seen all morning. “I promise.” A mischievous gleam entered his eyes. “I mean, if I kicked you out, who would cook my dinner tonight?”
I grinned and went to go change.
Chapter Thirteen
Blade
It was odd watching over someone else when Wyatt’s safety had been all I’d thought about for a week. But it wasn’t like I hadn’t done this a hundred times—moved on to a new person. Try to learn their little habits and idiosyncrasies. The lady I was doing security for now, Lydia Brown, only needed me during the day. She was the heiress to a chocolate company, and she didn’t like people getting too close. Her life wasn’t in danger. I was just around to make her feel safe in a crowd.
Fortunately, Lydia wasn’t an early riser. That worked out since I spent most mornings hugging my toilet before I went over to her place. I was getting used to the routine of showering, puking, brushing my teeth and then puking again after a light breakfast. I assumed all was normal with the baby, but it did concern me that my pants were getting looser. I’d assumed the opposite would happen.
When I got home one evening, Wyatt’s car was already in the driveway. I was so tired I could barely get out of the car. When I unlocked the front door, Wyatt was in the kitchen whistling a cheery tune. I stamped down my grudging smile and closed the door behind me.
“Asshole, I’m home.” I smirked as I walked into the kitchen.
He snorted and continued peeling potatoes. “I thought I felt evil descending.”
I wanted a cold beer so much I’d considered stopping at a bar on the way home. I knew Wyatt would be annoyed if I had one in front of him. If I cracked a bottle open, he’d be all over me;It’s not good for the baby. He’d become a downright nag about what I could and couldn’t do because it wasn’t good for the baby. Meanwhile, he got to live his life just like always.
I went into my room and changed into shorts and a T-shirt. It was an unusually warm evening, considering it was spring. When I came out of my room, he was still chopping vegetables. I went back into the kitchen and grabbed a bottled iced tea from the fridge. He gave me a frown.
“I don’t want to hear that caffeine isn’t good for the baby. It’s either this or a beer.” I twisted off the top and tossed it into the trash.
“I didn’t say anything.”
I drank from the bottle, and the cold liquid felt amazing sliding down my throat. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and I leaned on the counter. “What’s for dinner?”
“Ginger chicken stir fry.”
“Still trying to get some ginger in me?” I laughed wryly.
“Well, not that I don’t love waking up every morning to the sound of you puking, but I figured it couldn’t hurt.”
I scowled. “I’m sorry. Is my morning sickness a problem for you?”
“Not at all.” He flicked his glance to my tea. “You know they make decaf iced tea.”
I gave an exasperated sigh. “I’ve done research too, and caffeine in small amounts won’t hurt the baby.” He was worse than his mother, and she was bad enough. She called me almost every day to see how I was feeling and to give me tips on how to have a healthy baby. I couldn’t wait for these three months to be over. Then I could go back to my quiet life without all these distractions.
Unless me and Wyatt raise the baby together.
I still hadn’t made any decisions about that. Wyatt hadn’t even broached the subject again, which seemed odd. He was usually more confrontational than that. I wasn’t sure if he was just trying not to pressure me, or if he didn’t like the idea of me being a part of the baby’s life. Maybe he preferred the scenario where I just dumped the baby on him and his mom and he didn’t have to ever really even talk to me again. I had no doubt he was just being nice to me right now because it served his purposes.
