Page 33 of A Surprise Baby for the Wolf Shifter

I held up my hands in surrender as I continued down the aisle, heading for the frozen section.

Once we had everything, I needed to make her food, we checked out and headed out of the store. I looked around and shook my head. I had forgotten I walked here. It was another thing that Gemma made possible. I lost track of time and lost track of the troubles that plagued me.

“What is it?” Gemma asked.

“Do you think you could drive to my place?” I asked.

“Where’s your truck?” she asked.

“At home,” I said.

“Well, how the hell did you get here then?” she asked, turning to face me.

“I walked,” I said. “Can you drive or not?”

“I can drive, but how did you walk all the way so quickly? Isn’t that impossible?” she asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

I shrugged off her gaze and started down the sidewalk. “Not for me.”

With the way things were going between us, I had a feeling we were taking a step in the right direction. All the while, I kept an eye and nose out for Tabitha. If she was going to cause a scene, I had little doubt she wouldn’t hesitate.

And that thought made me pick up the pace a little.

13

GEMMA

We headed back to his place in my car. I wasn’t entirely confident about things, at first. Though the banter we shared in the store was a great start. But as more and more time passed by, I was feeling better and better. Our talk had been going well. So well, that it almost felt like we were the same two people who had just met over a month ago, anxious to know everything about each other, though there was little hope of anything lasting between the two of us. Except now, there was hope. At least for the baby.

Being with him, in his home, felt natural and so, so good. Sort of like a home away from home. The thought made me smile.

Following dinner, we sat on his sofa, facing each other. He had a coffee. I had a glass of water with mint. He said it would help with my morning sickness—rather, all day sickness as it applied to me. So far, it had. And I would forever be grateful to him for sharing that with me. Old wives remedies had some merit.

He shared with me how an ex tried to baby trap him and had caused him some issues ever since he called it quits with her. I could understand better where he was coming from and thanked him for sharing his pain with me. I also had reassured him I wasn’t her and would do whatever I could to make sure he understood that.

It didn’t take long for him to understand I wasn’t the type to make up things like being pregnant, just to keep a man. I wasn’t seeking a relationship, though I wasn’t opposed to one. I simply wanted him to be involved in the decision process.

Everything boiled down to neither of us was ready to have a baby.

But as we sat, and I watched his demeanor change, it appeared to me the longer he thought about it, the happier he was. However, I remained on the fence… despite the very growing small part of me that really did want to keep the baby. I still wasn’t sure I was ready for one.

“A baby?” he asked, slumping against the back of his couch. “Wow.”

His words came out breathy, and he was smiling. Big time.

I felt good about that.

He breathed in deep, and his smile instantly faded. He sat up, keeping his posture stiff. A pinch entered the center of my forehead. I had sat my glass on the coffee table next to me when the voice of an angry woman echoed through the air from just outside Weylan’s cabin.

“Where is she? I can smell her!”

I looked toward his front door.

“Who the hell is that?” I asked though I had a sinking suspicion she was the infamous ex.

“That is a long story,” he said.

“What?” I asked, my voice coming out flat. “Really?”

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