Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
"Payton Jamison!" she barks when I attempt to lead her out of the kitchen. "You aren't dodging this question!"
I'm not afraid of what she'll think, but I don't want to know her number, and if I say mine, she'll share hers.
"It's gettin' late, and we’ve both gotta get up early for work," I explain as I walk toward the front door.
She finally follows me, then narrows her eyes when we face each other. "Don't worry, you'll tell me eventually. I'll get it outta ya," she warns as she puts her shoes on.
"Why do you wanna know so badly anyway?" I fold my arms over my chest.
"You're my future baby daddy. Don't you think we should share those kinds of things?"
"No. I don't need to know your number."
"Don't worry, it's not that impressive," she mumbles.
Thank God is what I want to say, but I keep my mouth shut. Relationships are one thing we've never talked much about in our years of being friends. We're close but not share bedroom stories close.
I flick on the porch light, then walk her to her truck.
Before I can open her door, she wraps her arms around me. "Thank you for everything. You're the only person in the world I'd trust to do this with."
Instinctively, I inhale the scent of her shampoo mixed with whatever perfume she's wearing. "I'll do whatever it takes to give you what you want...maybe twice."
She pulls back in shock. "Twice? Someone's cocky."
"Hey, the little rascal might want a sibling someday."
She nearly chokes on her saliva. "Let's work on making the first one, then we'll talk."
I chuckle, then open her door. "Fair enough. Drive safe, okay?"
She hops in and fishes for her keys before buckling. "I will. If you wake up and change your mind about me moving in, text me before I tell my parents."
"I won't, Kate. Even if you’re a drunken pain in my ass at times, I still think rooming with you will be fun."
"When I'm eight months pregnant and pissed that nothing in my closet fits, I’m gonna remember your words. No groaning about how annoying I’m being."
Laughing, I shrug. "If you're tryin' to scare me, it won’t work."
She snaps her fingers. "You have a pregnancy fetish, don't you? I should've known."
Rolling my eyes, I shut her truck door, but she quickly lowers the window. “If we’re sharing secrets, I kinda have a praise kink. Earlier, I wasn’t kidding about the good girl comment.”
When my mouth falls open, she laughs, then reverses.
"Good night, BD!" she shouts as I walk backward toward my house.
She laughs at my confused facial expression.
"Baby daddy!" she explains.
"So that makes you my pain in the ass BM?"
"Hey!" she scowls.
"We'll work on it."
She scoffs. "Night!"
As I watch her drive away, I think about how our lives are about to change. We’ll be living together, having sex, navigating pregnancy, and raising a baby.
While I'm excited about the future, I'm also nervous as hell.
Kaitlyn's the only woman I can imagine settling down with, but she doesn’t want that. I’ll follow her rules, keep my feelings tucked deep inside, and cross my fingers we don’t get hurt along the way.
CHAPTER SEVEN
KAITLYN
Kaitlyn: Guess what?
Maize: Do I even wanna know?
I smirk at her thinking face emoji. She's the only one I can talk to about this, so whether she wants to hear it or not, I'm giving her details.
Kaitlyn: Of course you do. You live for hot steaming tea!
Maize: You got me there...okay, what is it?
Kaitlyn: I accepted Payton’s offer and am finally moving out of my parents' house!
Maize: OMG...what did they say?
Kaitlyn: I haven't exactly told them yet.
Maize: When are you moving in with him?
Kaitlyn: Saturday...
Maize: Kaitlyn Rose! That's in 2 days!
I laugh because I can hear her scolding tone in my head. It’s been five days since Payton suggested it, and I would've told her sooner, but I've been swamped at work. Plus, I was still processing everything.
Kaitlyn: Relax! I'm telling them tonight. It'll be fine.
Maize: Call me and put me on speakerphone so I can hear them yell at you.
Kaitlyn: Very funny. No sex stories for you now!
Maize: Yeah right, liar! You're the one who shares way too much. I'm expecting diagrams, drawings, and videos at this point.
Dammit, she's right.
Maize: And if that's the case, please give me a warning so I don't expose my eight-year-old girls to sex education earlier than they need it.
I snort.
Kaitlyn: Fair enough. Although, I’m surprised they haven't walked in on you and Gavin by now.
Maize: Oh, I've always been paranoid about that. I lock the door, then move the nightstand in front of it just in case one of them figures out how to unlock it. I'm not about to scar them the way I was!
Unable to control my laughter, I recall the stories she's told me about accidentally catching her parents in the act.