Page 53 of Accidentally in Love

“Why would you think that?”

“When we first hooked up, he made it clear it was a one-time thing. Then it kept happening. He always said he was never getting married again. But…” I trailed off as I thought about all that Nolan had done for me so far. My mind was still thinking about yesterday morning when I heard him talking to my pregnant belly.

“But what?”

“Yesterday, when I woke up, I heard him talking to the baby.”

“Cute! Wyatt did that all the time when I was pregnant.”

I smiled. “Yeah, but he was saying how he felt like he wasn’t worthy of me. But he wasn’t telling me that. He thought I was asleep.”

“You need to talk to each other. Nolan’s never been a man of many words, so you need to prod him a bit.”

“I’m scared to ask. My heart can’t take it if he doesn’t feel the same way. But…”

“But what?”

I pointed to the Christmas tree in the other room. “Nolan hates Christmas, but he decorated his house for me.”

Lizzie laughed. “I think that’s his way of expressing his feelings. He didn’t have to go all out for Christmas, but he did because he knows how much it means to you. He loves you and probably always has.”

I mulled over her words. I wanted to believe her. My big, hopeless romantic heart wanted to believe that Nolan felt the same way I did. But if he did, why hadn’t he ever told me? I agreed to marry him because I thought maybe we could find love in each other. I wanted the future he promised me so badly, but I was too chicken to tell him how I really felt.

Chapter Fourteen

NOLAN

Avery freaking out about not being able to find her mixer wasn’t normal. It had to be pregnancy hormones, something I was becoming very familiar with handling. If that made her happy, I didn’t have a problem driving to the other side of town to get her mixer. I wondered if she had forgotten anything else, but she hadn’t texted me. She warned me she was struggling with ‘pregnancy brain,’ whatever that was.

It confused me when I keyed into Avery’s old apartment and noticed the lights were on. I stomped up the steps and came face-to-face with a screaming Gemma.

“NOLAN!” she screeched at me while brandishing a wooden spoon. “What are you doing here?”

I tried not to laugh at the thin slip of a girl trying to defend herself against a guy my size. “Sorry, Gem, I came to find Avery’s mixer. What are you doing here?”

“Moving in!” she said and gestured to a couple of boxes scattered in the kitchen.

“Gem, by yourself?”

She gave me a stern look. “Yes. Don’t worry, I started last night, and it’s mostly just my books and clothes right now.”

I ran a frustrated hand through my beard. The Jensen women sure were stubborn. A thought occurred to me as I stared at Gemma. “Does Avery know you started moving in?”

Gemma shook her head. “No, but I figured it was fine since she already paid this month.”

I sighed. “Gem, did you even talk to the landlord?”

She waved me off. “Not yet, but it’s fine.”

I highly doubted that, but it wasn’t like I was going to tell Gemma what to do. There was no stopping her when she put her mind to something. Avery would be so annoyed when I told her Gemma had already started moving in without talking to the landlord first.

“You should have talked to the landlord,” I said to Gemma.

She rolled her eyes at me. “Nol, it’s fine!”

“Well, you should have at least waited so I could ask Dec and the other guys to help,” I said with a grumble.

“Relax, grumpy bear, I have it handled.”