“They adored you if you couldn’t tell.”
"I love that they included me and made me feel welcome, not just some random girl who appeared out of nowhere."
“You could never be that,” I reach over and gently link our fingers. “You’re someone who matters. To me, and now to them too.”
“It’s strange how quickly something can start to feel that safe,” she admits.
I press a kiss to the top of her head, not able to resist the urge. Her hair is soft against my lips. “Maybe that’s how you know it’s meant to be.”
26
HIS FAMILIAR VOICE IS MY LIFELINE
HAISLEY
“Home sweet home,” I say wistfully when we arrive back in Brooklyn.
Our last evening at the cabin after the heartwarming chat with his family was spent watching TV, reading, and swapping more stories from our lives. Rasmus cooked us a delicious meal of steak and potatoes before I fell asleep while watching his favorite movie,Fight Club. He carried me to the guest bedroom, again, where I woke up this morning tucked into blankets.
The more I get to know Rasmus, the more I adore him in every possible way. And that’s a problem. He’s right; I have to make up my mind about us. Or we’ll find ourselves in a situation where we do something we might regret.
But I find it hard to make a decision that has a lasting impact on how we’ll coparent. It’s difficult to navigate these feelings while my hormones make the mood swings worse. I’m too emotional and my decision-making leaves room for improvement. And I’m a walking cliche with my over-the-tophorniness. Not the greatest combo with a sexy as fuck baby daddy who clearly wants me.
“You sure you’ll be okay?” Rasmus asks from the driver’s seat, his brown eyes scanning my face. “I could go to the store and buy you groceries before I leave for my road trip.”
“There’s no need, but thanks for asking. I just need a nap.”
His jaw ticks like he wants to say something. “Call if you need anything. And I mean it. It sucks to leave you alone while I play states away.”
“But I’m not alone. Timmy lives five minutes away, and my other friends are less than thirty minutes from here. You have nothing to worry about.”
With that, he opens the door for me. He unclicks my seatbelt and helps me down, carrying my bag to the front door.
“I could get used to this level of service,” I joke as he turns to leave. “Thanks for this trip. I had a wonderful time.”
“I should be the one thanking you. Even if the road trip playlist was questionable, the drive felt shorter with someone else there.”
“You created that playlist, so you can only blame yourself,” I say teasingly.
That makes him smile. “Well, I better get going so I don’t miss the flight. Take care, Haisley. Both of yourself and our little Meatball.”
I rub my stomach as he gets into the car. When it’s clear he won’t leave until I’m safe inside, I roll my eyes and walk into my brownstone.
The silence I usually love since my roommates moved away feels stifling. And I absolutely hate it.
Damn my ever-changing mind.
Waking up in a dark room, tangled in the sheets, I feel totally disorientated. When I check the time on my phone, I’m shocked.Nine thirty?!I slept for seven and half hours without waking up even once.
The notifications on my screen show a few texts from Rasmus and I read through them.
Rasmus
Made it to the plane. Your dad’s joining us for the next two games.
Arrived in Boston
You okay?
