Page 17 of Shattered Love
Avery
Pregnant.
The world whizzes around me all day. I can’t believe I’m going to have a baby! A little human.
A part of me and Dominic. Who will it look like?
I hope it’s a boy, and he looks exactly like his daddy, or a girl with my chocolate hair and Dom’s green eyes.
Cecelia waits for me at the car. She waves nervously. As I smile, she lets out a deep breath. “Oh good—you’re happy! I was so worried!”
I can’t help but let my smile grow. “It was a shock, but I’m happy. It’s wonderful. Dominic is going to be the best dad.”
She laughs. “God help us if you have a daughter! He will lock her away until she’s thirty.”
I nod, knowing already how protective he will be over the baby.
I can’t keep the grin off my face. Instead of going home, I stop off at our bakery, grabbing a dozen donuts for Dominic before he goes to work.
I pull up just as Carter does.
“You’re looking happy, Avery. Good news?” He has a big grin on his face.
I smile, nodding. “How is Mac?” he winces. “He is still feeling like shit for that night.” I shake my head. “Tell him he better get his ass over here, I don’t blame him. I never did.” He grins saluting me. “So you are going tell me what’s got you smiling like that?” I grin shaking my head. No else is going to know before Dominic. I walk in. “Honey, I’m home!”
He comes racing down the stairs with Cooper behind him. He looks at me before kissing me. It’s meant to be quick, but he can’t pull his lips away.
I hand him the box of donuts and his lips lift at the idea of it, but he doesn’t know the note I’ve hidden inside.
Eat up, Daddy!
Mommy doesn’t want
to be the only one with a
belly.
Love, Baby Stone
I watch as he walks out of the house, second-guessing myself. I wanted to see his reaction when he found out. As I turn to grab a drink, the front door flies open. Dominic is standing in the frame, filling it, the sun just coming in behind him.
My dark angel.
His chest is rising and falling, his eyes moving from my stomach back to my eyes. He knows.
Then I see the note crushed in his hand. I didn’t think of the possibility of Dominic hating the idea. What if he wasn’t ready? I should have told him in private, gently, not with a note in a damn box of donuts.
I can’t read his face. He still hasn’t said a word, but his eyes remain fixed on me. I see Carter approach from behind.
“What the hell was in these donuts? As soon as he opened the lid, he bolted.”
My eyes snap back to Dominic. He takes a few steps forward.
“Is it true?” He holds the note up.
Carter’s eyes widen when he sees what is written on it.
“You’re having a baby? My baby?”
