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um…”
She pauses in the open doorway. “What?”
“I’m in,” I say. “If I didn’t make that clear before. I want to start from the beginning… with you.”
“Okay,” she says, smiling softly. “Goodnight, Hunter.”
“Goodnight, Daisy.”
She closes the door behind her, leaving me to stare at the ultrasound on my phone a little longer.
Start from the beginning. How is that even possible now that a tiny heartbeat is involved?
Chapter 11
Daisy
“Okay, now I’m officially freaking out.”
I stare at my open suitcase and the stacks of clothes piled up around the room.
Rose sits beside it on the bed. “Just take what you think you’ll need,” she says, grabbing a pink top off a pile and holding it against her chest.
“That’s the problem…” I yank it away from her. “What do you need to bring on a three-month bus ride with you new boss, a baseball team, and your baby daddy?”
She frowns. “I understand your plight.” She slides off the bed and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “First and foremost, you are pregnant , so I would recommend dressing for comfort above all else. Nothing too snug because it’s just going to be useless in a few weeks once you start getting huge .”
“But I’m working with Trisha Wells ,” I point out. “The woman is a walking fashion show. I don’t want to look horrible beside her.”
“Okay. Professional first, then comfort.”
“But…” I continue, “Hunter and I are trying the relationship thing and you want to look as sexy as possible at first, right?”
“Okay, then,” she says. “Hot first, then professional, then comfort.”
“Wow,” I sigh. “And they say women can’t have it all.” I take a deep breath but it instantly escapes. “Okay, freak out increasing .”
Rose guides me to the bed. “Sit down, Daisy.”
“I need a drink.”
“You can’t have a drink. You’re pregnant.”
“I guess I can’t have it all, then.” I grab a pillow and hug it against my chest. “What do I do?”
She reaches for a cup on the bedside table. “You drink this.”
“What’s in it?”
“Water,” she answers. “It’s three in the morning, you don’t need anything else. Then, we talk priorities. If you ask me, you already have Hunter’s attention — and his seed — so you don’t have to worry about looking hot all the time.”
“Sounds logical,” I say into the cup as I choke down a large gulp.
“Next…” She leans over and ruffles through a stack of clothes, “we can be professional and comfortable. Luckily, you’re a photographer, meaning you can get away with comfy clothes you can move around in. It’s expected . Lots of bending and twisting. Flats only. Save your feet.”
I smile. “You’re really good at this.”
“Strangely, I learned it from watching you .”
I reach for her hand. “Rose, I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to unload on you like that. I really am happy for you and John.”
She squeezes my palm. “I know. Besides, I knew something had to be wrong with you. Can’t say I expected a baby, though…”
“Me neither.”
“But hey, now you get to play the hormone card to get away with saying something snarky. That should be fun for you.”
“You’re right,” I chuckle. “It’ll certainly come in handy in the morning when I call Malcolm to let him know I’m quitting the photo studio job without notice.”
“How do you think that’ll go down?”
“I’m thinking I might fake an emotional breakdown and just start bawling until he hangs up on me .”
“That’s obviously the most mature option,” she quips.
I set the empty cup down. “Sorry your summer vacation is getting cut short.”
“No problem,” she says, tossing a few shirts away as she picks through them. “Tomorrow, I’ll book the next flight back. I can go home, relax for a bit… maybe go visit Mom for a while before school starts again.”
I wince. “Please don’t tell her about
She pauses in the open doorway. “What?”
“I’m in,” I say. “If I didn’t make that clear before. I want to start from the beginning… with you.”
“Okay,” she says, smiling softly. “Goodnight, Hunter.”
“Goodnight, Daisy.”
She closes the door behind her, leaving me to stare at the ultrasound on my phone a little longer.
Start from the beginning. How is that even possible now that a tiny heartbeat is involved?
Chapter 11
Daisy
“Okay, now I’m officially freaking out.”
I stare at my open suitcase and the stacks of clothes piled up around the room.
Rose sits beside it on the bed. “Just take what you think you’ll need,” she says, grabbing a pink top off a pile and holding it against her chest.
“That’s the problem…” I yank it away from her. “What do you need to bring on a three-month bus ride with you new boss, a baseball team, and your baby daddy?”
She frowns. “I understand your plight.” She slides off the bed and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “First and foremost, you are pregnant , so I would recommend dressing for comfort above all else. Nothing too snug because it’s just going to be useless in a few weeks once you start getting huge .”
“But I’m working with Trisha Wells ,” I point out. “The woman is a walking fashion show. I don’t want to look horrible beside her.”
“Okay. Professional first, then comfort.”
“But…” I continue, “Hunter and I are trying the relationship thing and you want to look as sexy as possible at first, right?”
“Okay, then,” she says. “Hot first, then professional, then comfort.”
“Wow,” I sigh. “And they say women can’t have it all.” I take a deep breath but it instantly escapes. “Okay, freak out increasing .”
Rose guides me to the bed. “Sit down, Daisy.”
“I need a drink.”
“You can’t have a drink. You’re pregnant.”
“I guess I can’t have it all, then.” I grab a pillow and hug it against my chest. “What do I do?”
She reaches for a cup on the bedside table. “You drink this.”
“What’s in it?”
“Water,” she answers. “It’s three in the morning, you don’t need anything else. Then, we talk priorities. If you ask me, you already have Hunter’s attention — and his seed — so you don’t have to worry about looking hot all the time.”
“Sounds logical,” I say into the cup as I choke down a large gulp.
“Next…” She leans over and ruffles through a stack of clothes, “we can be professional and comfortable. Luckily, you’re a photographer, meaning you can get away with comfy clothes you can move around in. It’s expected . Lots of bending and twisting. Flats only. Save your feet.”
I smile. “You’re really good at this.”
“Strangely, I learned it from watching you .”
I reach for her hand. “Rose, I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to unload on you like that. I really am happy for you and John.”
She squeezes my palm. “I know. Besides, I knew something had to be wrong with you. Can’t say I expected a baby, though…”
“Me neither.”
“But hey, now you get to play the hormone card to get away with saying something snarky. That should be fun for you.”
“You’re right,” I chuckle. “It’ll certainly come in handy in the morning when I call Malcolm to let him know I’m quitting the photo studio job without notice.”
“How do you think that’ll go down?”
“I’m thinking I might fake an emotional breakdown and just start bawling until he hangs up on me .”
“That’s obviously the most mature option,” she quips.
I set the empty cup down. “Sorry your summer vacation is getting cut short.”
“No problem,” she says, tossing a few shirts away as she picks through them. “Tomorrow, I’ll book the next flight back. I can go home, relax for a bit… maybe go visit Mom for a while before school starts again.”
I wince. “Please don’t tell her about
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