Page 151 of Pucking Rebound
“Four days?” Shocked by my request, he rubs his beard again thoughtfully.
“Yes. Eagles versus Panthers. And I want a season ticket. For next season, not this one, but I would like playoff tickets.”
“Done,” he agrees easier than I thought. “We may not make the finals.”
I wave a hand through the air, dismissing his lack of confidence. “You will.”
Those jumping beans dance more rapidly this time as I gear myself up to ask him a huge favor. “I wondered if I could continue living at your house until I find my own place. I can’t find anything I like.”
Finding the perfect house is like finding a ghost in the fog.
“It’s a big fat yes from me.”
I let out a sigh of relief as my living situation has been playing on my mind. Although, his response might change when I tell him my next bit of news. “But depending on how long it takes me to find a place, there might be two of us.”
He shakes his head in confusion. “I’m not following.”
“I’m pregnant.” I’m so happy about being pregnant but worried too. It’s an odd mix of emotions.
Wade stares at me for a minute in what looks like shock, before he closes his mouth and proceeds to fire a dozen questions at me including, “How? When? Is Graham the father?”
“How? Well, you see when a man and woman…” I start, then burst out laughing, when he tells me to stop. “Graham is not the father.”
“How do you know?”
“Because Graham hadn’t…” I shake my head, unable to confess how awful it sounds. “Come near me for months.”
“Have you told the father?” he asks.
“Not yet. It’s our little secret. For now.” I also think I’ve fallen in love with him, but that’s another secret I’m keeping to myself.
I thought it was easier to let him go, but I can’t. My heart wants him. All of him.
And he probably hates me.
Has he moved on?I hope not. The thought of someone else touching him when he feels like mine hurts. More than I knew was possible.
I’m mad at myself for telling him I didn’t have time for him in my life when, what I should have done was keep him close. Since the first night we slept together, he felt like my safe place.
Until I blew it all to hell.
“Lola, secrets are not good,” Wade says, as if I don’t already know that.
I want to shout at the top of my lungs that it’s his best friend’s baby I’m carrying, but I can’t because he might kill my baby daddy.
It’s a lot to digest.
He’s too sensitive to tell when he’s still trying to become accustomed to me and Marcus being related to him.
“I’m going to tell him. I would like to get you back home first, which leads me to my next request. Could you come with me to the ultrasound next week?”
“Absolutely.” His chest widens as if he’s pleased that I asked him. “Then you’ll tell him?”
“Yes,” I agree.
The waitress arrives at the exact time he asks, “Do I know him?”
I ignore his question.
