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“I get it. It’s not like this is a small decision to make. Like getting bangs or something,” I say.

“Bangs?”

I wave him off. “Ignore me.”

Did I really just compare a baby to getting bangs?

I’m more nervous than I thought. Being back in Grant’s presence—his very sexy presence—must be scrambling my brain.

He fishes his wallet out of his pocket and drops a ten-dollar bill on the table.

“I’ll call you, okay?”

I nod. “Sure.”

The nerves are back as he gives me a tight-lipped goodbye and leaves. Well, that could have gone a lot worse. He could have told me he wasn’t going to have anything to do with this baby and left immediately.

I get his reasoning for hesitating. I do. He just moved here.

New job. New town. New everything.

And with a son to worry about, I get it.

“You okay, Georgia?” Amy asks. “Your beau didn’t want to stay?”

I shake my head. “He had to get home for his son.”

“Oh, well. His loss. You want anything?”

“Yeah. Can I get the banana and Nutella pancakes to go, please?”

“You got it.”

I have no idea what Grant is going to do, but even if he says no, I’ll be okay. I’ve been through worse. Even if it’s only me, this baby will have the best life because they’ll have three aunts that will dote on them every single day of their life.

I look down at my stomach, resting my hand there. It’s the same and different all at the same time.

“I’m going to give you the best life,” I whisper.

No matter what.

Chapter Ten

GRANT

Ababy.

Holy shit.

When Georgia asked me to dinner, I didn’t think anything of it. We had a great time together. I thought we’d reconnect and that maybe we could go on a second date together.

Turns out, it wasn’t a date at all.

A baby.

Finding my phone, I tap the screen. Two in the morning.

I’ve been in a daze since I got home from the diner. I don’t think I turned on the TV when I got home. Just sat down on the couch and stared at it. Thankfully, Luke stayed in the basement. I only heard his shouts coming from whatever game he was playing.