“I think I’m going to need a bigger size in scrubs,” I say to him. The pants are fine since I tie them under my belly, but the shirt is almost like a tent and now is looking as if it’s a crop top.
“Or you can stay home.” He leans in, kissing my neck softly, then his tongue comes out, and I forget to tell him to fuck off. My hands on his chest start to open his buttons on his shirt when a knock on the door stops me. “Come in,” he says, his eyes twinkling.
I turn my head as soon as the door opens, and in steps a woman who looks like she just stepped off the runway. Perfectly tailored clothes, her makeup flawless, her hair perfectly curled. One look and I know who this is—Bethany.
She looks at us in an embrace, and her face drops, turning white. I turn in his arms and my back to his chest as he places his hands on my stomach. “I …” She stops talking as soon as she notices my stomach.
“What are you doing here?” Gabe now stands up, moving me to the side where he holds my hand. “Who the fuck let you in?”
She stands there, her hands crossed in front of her. “I’m here to see your father, but he wasn’t in his office, so …”
“So you decided it would be a good idea to come to mine?” he asks, his voice curt.
“I didn’t know.” She raises her hand to me. “I didn’t know that.”
“That I’m having a baby?” He smiles now, looking at me, his hands going around my shoulder, bringing me to him. “I am. Bethany, meet the love of my life. Well, the two loves of my life.”
She blinks, not sure what to say, so Gabe continues. “Doll face, meet Bethany. Bethany, this is Crystal and Baby S.” I got fed up with him calling the baby squirt, so he decided Baby S. it would be.
She nods at me, and I can see she’s in shock as she tries to swallow. “It’s nice to meet you.”
I nod my head at her. It’s not nice to meet me; it’s the opposite of nice to meet me. “Well, I won’t take any more of your time.” She starts and turns around to leave.
“Wait,” I say, and when she turns around, my hands now go around his waist. “Thank you.”
“For what?” she asks, but she knows. A woman fucking knows.
“For leaving him at the altar. For throwing him away.” I look up at him, into the eyes of the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, the man I want to wake up next to every morning. The man I want to hit with a broom sometimes, most times. “I have to believe we would have found each other anyway. In my heart, he was the missing piece, so thank you.”
She doesn’t say anything to me. She just nods her head and walks out. “Aww, with a speech like that, I’m going to think you like me.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I had to say something. She was all there, perfect and skinny. With her tits perky praising god, and here I am with my gut hanging out, my boobs are all big and alien-like.” I try to walk away from him, but he brings me closer to him.
“You love me,” he teases me. Although I haven’t come out and told him I love him yet. Well, at least not to his face. I tell him when he’s asleep, and I watch him in a non-creepy stalker kind of way.
“I’m having your baby,” I tell him. “I have to love you.” I smile at him.
“Let’s go. I have a surprise for you,” he says, grabbing my hand as we walk out of the office. He holds my hand and puts me into the truck and helps me buckle in since I can’t maneuver myself with a basketball in front of me.
“Where are we going?” I ask him.
“You’ll see,” he says, making his way to his house. Ava, is out on bail staying with her parents. Since it was her first offense it’s most likely she won’t get jail time, but we still have a restraining order against her. We haven’t been there for over a month because the fumes wouldn’t be good for me. I’m shocked when we pull up, and I see that it’s finished.
“Oh my god, it’s done,” I say, unbuckling myself and pushing myself out.
“It is.” He grabs my hand as we walk in. “There isn’t any furniture yet,” he says, walking upstairs to the bedrooms. “Well, one room is done,” he says, walking to the bedroom with double doors. He releases my hand to push open the two doors, and I gasp out in shock.