Page 12 of Accidentally in Love

“Why?”

“Because I forgot to wrap it up. I never do that because I know you’re not on the pill. It was so irresponsible. I wanted to talk to you about that, but you’ve been ignoring me.”

“I was in denial. I couldn’t talk to or see you when I didn’t want to believe what was happening.”

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“I want a baby. This wasn’t exactly how I planned on having one, but I’m thirty-five. This might be my last chance to become a mother. I’m having this baby.”

He slid a hand between us and placed it on my stomach. “I want to be involved. We’re in this together.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I promise I’m here for you, okay? Both of you.”

“Will you stay the night?” I asked. “I want to be held.”

“Whatever you want.”

I nodded but stood up and went into the bathroom. The pregnancy tests were still on the counter, so I tossed them in the trash. I splashed water on my face, but it was still splotchy and red from crying. Nolan reacted better than I thought he would. I thought he would never want to speak to me again. Gemma was right. He was a good man, and I wasn’t sure why I had been so worried.

When I came back into my bedroom, Nolan had stripped down to his boxers and was lying in my bed. If I didn’t feel so sick, the sight of his deliciously thick body in my bed would have made me horny. Sex was the last thing on my mind, though. Sex was the reason we ended up in this situation. I didn’t want that tonight. I wanted Nolan to tell me everything was going to be okay, that we would be okay.

I got into the bed beside him and laid down on my side. He held me tight, his hand firmly on my stomach like he was trying to protect both of us already.

He kissed my temple. “Avery?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not mad, okay? We’ll figure this out together.”

“Okay,” I whispered, but I wasn’t sure I believed him.

Chapter Four

NOLAN

I jolted awake at the sound of retching from the other room. I jumped up and ran into the bathroom to find Avery kneeling over the toilet.

“Oh, Avs,” I sighed.

I bent down and gathered up the ends of her hair so it was out of her face. I rubbed her back until she finished. She got to her feet with a groan and wiped her mouth.

“Can I make you breakfast?” I offered.

She peeled off her clothes and turned on the shower, not acknowledging my question. I tried not to stare at the generous curves of her body, but my dick thickened against my leg as if in spite.

She fixed me with a glare and pointed at my crotch. “First, get that thing away from me. Second, I don’t think I can keep anything down.”

“Toast? You gotta eat something.”

She grimaced. “I feel like I’m gonna throw up again.”

“Try, okay?”

She nodded and stepped into the shower. My lizard brain definitely would have loved to be in there with her. Instead, I walked into the kitchen and started making her toast.

It broke my heart last night when she asked if I was mad about the pregnancy. We had both been irresponsible that night. Of course, I wasn’t mad because it was both of our faults.