Then, he stomped out of my bakery and stalked down the sidewalk.
I spent the rest of the day rattled. I kept an eye out for him, jumping every time the door opened. Andrew picked up Rebecca and promised he would be by at six once I closed up shop, and I was grateful for it. I tried to keep myself as distracted and as busy as I could, and I was surprised at the amount of business I had that day. Ten customers came in, and eight people bought things from my shop.
It ended my day on a good note, and Charlie hadn’t dared to come back.
“You going my way, beautiful?”
I giggled as Andrew pulled up to the curb. “I think I just might be,” I said as I slid into the seat.
“Hi, Miss Heather.”
“Hey there, Rebecca,” I said with a smile.
“So, you might not get a gourmet meal tonight with us,” Andrew said.
“Is something wrong? Wait, do I smell—?”
“Pizza!” Rebecca exclaimed.
“She talked me into pizza and a movie,” Andrew said.
“Well, I think that sounds like a great idea. Pizza and a movie it is. What are we watching?”
“The Jungle Book,” Rebecca said.
“It’s her favorite.”
“Look for the bare necessities—”
“The simple bare necessities!” Rebecca exclaimed.
“Oh, no,” Andrew said.
Rebecca and I continued to sing as Andrew drove us up to his cabin. We sang as loudly as we could until he was doing nothing but shaking his head at us. He grabbed the pizzas while Rebecca and I danced into the house. Then all of us fell onto the couch as the movie began. I loved The Jungle Book. And the songs rang true to the kind of day I’d had. I sang every word with Rebecca, and we annoyed the hell out of Andrew, and the three of us finished the extra-large pepperoni pizza with ease.
It was the most fun I’d had in years.
“All right, booger. It’s time for bed,” Andrew said.
“Aww, but tomorrow’s Saturday.”
“Yes, and it’s almost ten o’clock.”
“It is?” I asked. I pulled out my cell phone as my eyes widened at the time. “Holy crap. It’s almost ten o’clock.”
“Come on, Rebecca. Time for bed,” Andrew said.
I sat there on the couch and listened to their nighttime routine. He had a song for brushing her teeth and putting on her pajamas. A song for taking a bath and washing her face. I closed my eyes and leaned into the couch, taking in the surrounding sounds. The more I saw Andrew with his daughter, the more confident I grew in having his child. I placed my hands on my stomach and smiled, thinking about the small life growing in size with every ticking second.
“What a beautiful sight.”
I jumped at Andrew’s voice and quickly pulled down my shirt.
“Now why would you hide something like that from me?” he asked as he kneeled in front of me.
His hands parted my knees as he scooted closer to my body. “What were you doing in here?”
“Just thinking,” I said as a blush crept across my cheeks.