Page 99 of Accidentally in Love

“And tell your parents what you’re thinking.”

He frowned. “I change my mind a lot. They think I don’t have focus.”

I nodded. “Okay… I get that, but you’re also sixteen. You don’t need to know what you want to do with your life right this second. It’s ridiculous that we tell students they need to decide their entire life at your age. Take your time and figure out what you want to do.”

“Thanks, Miss J.”

“Sure. That’s what I’m here for.”

He eyed me. “Do we have to call you Mrs. MacGregor now?”

I sighed. I didn’t know that word had gotten around about who my baby daddy was. The kids knew I got married because they asked me about my holiday break plans, and I told them I was getting married on Christmas Day. I finally told them about the baby when one asked why I always put my hand on my stomach. I had to remind them it wasn’t polite to make comments on anyone’s body.

“My parents told me,” he explained.

“Ah.”

“Also, we live in a small-ass town.”

I laughed. “True. I am gonna change my name, but I haven’t done it yet.”

“Why?” he asked. “Isn’t that some patriarchal bullshit?”

I had a feeling that was something his girlfriend said to him.

“Maybe, but I like my husband’s name. It’s a strong Scottish name, and I want our daughter to have the same last name as me.”

“You’re having a daughter?”

I inwardly cursed. I wasn’t supposed to tell people that yet, and I told two people already. “We just found out today.”

“That’s great, Miss J. You look like you’re glowing.”

“We’ll see by the end of the school year how I feel when I’m as big as a house. Did you need anything else?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No. Thanks for the advice. I’m not sure what I want to do. But thanks.”

“Sometimes, you just need someone to listen.”

He walked off, and I decided there was no way I was getting any more work done today. I packed all my stuff up, and I walked across the street to my old apartment. My sister must have forgotten I was coming for dinner because she wasn’t answering the door. I called her a couple of times, and she didn’t answer.

I loved my sister, but sometimes she could be forgetful. How hard was it to call or text me you needed to cancel? I swear, who raised her? Because it wasn’t me or dad who taught her to be that way.

I walked down the steps, and when I got onto the sidewalk, I remembered I hadn’t driven to school today. Gemma was supposed to drive me home after dinner.

I sighed, walking it was then. I walked down the street toward the brewery. I didn’t feel like making dinner tonight, especially if Nolan would be at the brewery all night. Might as well have dinner there and catch a glimpse of my hot brewmaster husband.

When I walked inside, the hostess, April, took pity on me and found me a table right away. I definitely got special treatment since I was married to one of the owners. I spied my husband talking intensely to Allen in the tank room. Did it make me hot that he was so competent at his work? Yes, it did. Someone who was good at what they did and took their work seriously? Hell to the yes!

“Hey, stranger,” my brother-in-law, Declan, greeted as he placed a water down on the table. “Nol didn’t say you were coming for dinner.”

“I was supposed to have dinner with my sister.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Did she bail on you?”

“Yup.”

We shook our heads in unison. We all loved Gemma, but knew she could be flaky.