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When Grace heads out of the room, I stand and move to Emery’s side.
“I’ll go get the room ready,” I tell her.
She nods, going back to her simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich I made her.
When I get to my room, Wyatt is still in there, rearranging things.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
He looks over at me. “Making sure everything is accessible. These are her clothes boxes. These are the things that were already boxed up in her closet. I’m taking this one downstairs to put with our kitchen stuff. I’ll make sure to have tea for her in the morning.”
I shake my head. “You’re a good man, Wyatt. Whatever girl nabs you will be lucky as hell.”
“If she ever leaves the douchebag,” he mumbles.
Usually, I would push, but I let him have his softly spoken words today. Whatever he has going on, he will tell me when he’s ready.
“I’ll leave you to it then. I’m going to get to my last class of the day,” he tells me, leaving the room in favor of his own.
I look around, happy with how it turned out. The last two days, I haven’t been sitting on my hands. While everyone else did what they could to clear my name, I fixed my room up to be ready for a baby. In the corner, the crib that Wyatt bought us sits put together. Inside, stuffed animals that won’t be able to stay there when the baby comes, but it is a good storage place for them now. In the corner is the changing table Clay and Grace got for us, stocked full of the diapers and wipes everyone else supplied us with. The whole left half of my room is a nursery, while the right is stacked with Emery’s boxes.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“When did you do this?” Emery asks from behind me, making me spin.
“I don’t know tech stuff, and the cops said I couldn’t do anything else, so I threw myself into this. I wanted a safe place to bring the baby in case you didn’t take me back. Now I guess it’s the place we will both live,” I tell her. “At least until we find a place of our own, which I already have a realtor looking for.”
“Really?” she asks.
“Really. This little papaya is going to need room to move. I graduate in the spring, so we can stay here until then, but after that? We need a place nearby to raise our kid. I’m thinking a little starter house. Nothing too big. Maybe a spare room or two for the aunts and uncles that will come to visit. We can alternate holidays with your family and down at Clay’s mom’s house. Our kid will get to know all of his or her grandparents,” I tell her, cupping her cheek.
“I want that,” she whispers.
“You’ll have it. You can have it all, Buttercup. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I love you, Brett.” She leans closer, her lips touching mine.
“I love you, Emery. More than you will ever know.”
twenty-nine
Waking up in Brett’s room, which he now says is our room, brings me a sense of peace.
It’s been two weeks of living at the hockey house, and let me tell you, these guys have really gone off the deep end.
Last week, they all asked if they could go to childbirth class with me and Brett. When I asked why, they said they wanted to be prepared in case Brett wasn’t able to be with me during the birth. I told them I had my mom, but that wasn’t good enough. No. Kellan grabbed Cora and made her go with him while Wyatt convinced Grace to be his pretend partner with Clay’s permission. Colson was the odd man out, and since Peyton was across the country with Beckett for his game, he convinced a random girl to show up as his date.
I don’t think the instructor knew what to do with four hockey guys doting on one girl. Needless to say, they asked way too many questions and are probably traumatized by the very graphic video showing a baby crowning.
Serves them right for forcing their way into my class. I acted like it bothered me, but deep down, I found it endearing. These guys all really care about me and this baby.
I went from not knowing what I was going to do at the beginning of this pregnancy to having a whole support system at my side. I questioned if I could do this, but now I know I can.
They say it takes a village, well, I have a whole-ass tribe.
Getting out of bed, I smile at the room around me. I cannot believe he set up half the room to be a nursery. He even cleared out room in his dresser for my clothes since I left my dresser behind. I didn’t think we would have room, but Brett has made room for me in his life and in his heart.
I can’t believe how lucky I got.
