Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I frowned. “I missed her too. She was the sweetest little girl.”
“That little girl is now living with her bar-owning, twenty-five-year-old boyfriend, who I try not to fucking kill every time I see him. Our family's history with him isn’t exactly the best, but he makes Haven happy, and that’s all that matters, I guess.”
“Wow, and I thought you were overly protective of me.”
“I protect anyone I love.”
I lowered my gaze, trying to avoid the sincerity in his.
“I hate to break up this magical moment, but as much as I hate to admit it, and believe me, I loathe this idea of you moving in with him, but Ledger’s right. I’m book solid for the next few months. It’s probably best for the baby if you move in with him.”
“Oh! So now it’s two against one?”
Ledger reaffirmed, “You heard the doctor.”
“She didn’t say anything about moving in with you.”
Chance supported, “I’ll stop by every day if that’s what it’s going to take for you to listen to her orders and move in with Ledger.”
“I have like five assistants, or I can hire a nurse. I don’t need to move back here, let alone move in with Ledger.”
“You’re not leaving my sight.” Ledger grabbed my purse, handing it to me.
Once again, I snatched it out of his grasp.
In three strides, Chance stood in front of me. “This isn’t just about you, Ledger, and me anymore.” He gestured to my belly. “You have my niece or nephew in there too, and I want to be there for you in any way I can.”
These were the times I wish I had a good relationship with our parents.
“Now you’re on Ledger’s side?”
“It’s not about sides, sugar. It’s what’s best for our baby.”
I sighed. “You both are treating me like a little girl.”
Ledger firmly agreed. “Get used to it.”
“This is bullshit.”
Chance kissed my forehead. “I’m still livid over this situation, but I love you and my niece or nephew. Please, just do this for me.”
Shaking my head, I snapped, “I can’t believe you’re agreeing to this.”
“I can’t believe you’re pregnant by my best friend, but here we are.”
“She also said no stress. What do you think it will be like living with him?”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” Ledger informed. “I’m already getting what I want.”
And I knew…
It had nothing to do with me moving in with him.
Fourteen
Ledger
“Ledger Beckham,” Hazel reprimanded, standing in my bedroom as I sat in my armchair.
I chuckled. I couldn’t help it.
It was comforting she was finally breaking the silence between us. We were both quiet on the drive to my home. It was obvious we were lost in our own thoughts.
Once we walked through the front door, my house manager, Adele, took over. She knew I was coming back with Hazel. After introducing them, I headed into my office for a bit, needing to get some things in order while Adele showed her around.
She finished the tour in my bedroom, and I just happened to be sitting in there talking to my father, catching him up on everything.
He was surprised, but excited. This would be his first grandchild, and he was thrilled it was with Hazel. He kept saying my mom would have wanted it that way.
“Where’s my bedroom?” she questioned, leaning against the doorframe. “Adele didn’t say which one was mine.”
I smiled. “You’re standing in it.”
She glanced at my bed. “You’re giving me your room? Where are you sleeping?”
“Where do you think?”
The realization of what I meant quickly spread across her face. “We’re not sharing a bedroom.”
“It’s a king-size mattress.”
“Are you implying we’re sleeping in the same bed too?”
“I wasn’t implying.”
She adamantly shook her head. “I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you.”
I grinned. “Are you worried you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”
“You wish.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I’m worried you won’t be able to keep your hands off me.”
“From what I remember, you’re the one who hogs the bed.”
“I do not.”
“Hazel, you basically slept on top of me when we were kids.”
“We were six, and you guys liked to scare me about the beasts under the bed.”
I chuckled. “The only beast you have to worry about now is me, and I’ll be sleeping right next to you, so no need to be scared anymore.”
“Can you be reasonable for one second?”
“I’ll let you shower alone.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Let me? You’re absolutely shameless.”
“Been called worse.”
“I bet. How about we start with fuc—”
“You need to relax and sit your ass down.”
“You’re not the boss of me. I’m putting my foot down.”
“Your foot doesn’t even make noise.”
“You’re the absolute worst. I’m not sleeping in the bed where you fuck other women.”
“I don’t fuck women in here.”
She arched an eyebrow. “You expect me to believe that?”
“If I did”—I shrugged—“they’d want to spend the night, and I hate sleepovers.”
“Wow.” Her eyes widened. “You’re worse than ever.”