Page 19 of Accidentally in Love

“Yeah? I had to make sure it was a real pregnancy. Everything looks good.” He frowned at me, so I slid the sonogram over to him. “Here.”

He took the printout, and his face immediately transformed into a grin again. “Oh… oh. Is that our little Peanut?”

That was growing on me. It was cute that he had a nickname for the baby already.

I nodded.

He placed a hand on my belly while his finger traced the tiny bean-sized figure on the image. “I would have gone with you.”

“It was a long appointment.”

“I want to be there.”

“I know. You can come to the next one.”

He beamed and kissed my temple. I froze at that. He never made any type of public display of affection with me before. It must have shocked a lot of his workers because Felix’s eyes narrowed as he watched Nolan massage the back of my neck. I melted into Nolan’s touch because I was sore and achy, and his big hands felt good on my skin.

“Did you drive over?” he asked and handed the photo back to me.

I slid it into my purse and shook my head. “Walked.”

“I’ll drive you home.”

“I can walk.”

“I don’t want you to.”

I rolled my eyes at his protectiveness. “Walking isn’t going to hurt the baby.”

He grunted at me. “Just let me, okay?”

“Stop treating me like glass. I’m pregnant, not dying.”

“Avs, don’t be like that.”

I motioned for my sister to give me the check. She raised an eyebrow in concern but went to get it for me. I signed the check and left her a hefty tip.

“Avery,” Nolan tried again.

Tears stung my eyes. I was being a bitch to him for no reason. I could blame it on my hormones, but maybe I was being unreasonable.

I turned and looked at him, and his face crumbled when he saw my tear-stained cheeks.

He pulled me into his arms and wiped my tears away. “I want to be involved. I want to know how the baby’s doing.”

“The baby you don’t want.”

He slanted his eyes at me in confusion. “When did I say that? I never said I didn’t want the baby. Stop pushing me away.”

“I think I better go before you resent me even more.”

“I don’t resent you.”

“You will,” I muttered.

He gingerly pushed my hair behind my ear and cupped my face in his hands. “I don’t resent you, okay?”

I shook my head.