Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Frowning, I asked, “Wouldn’t that make Brystol mad, me speaking on her behalf?”
“It might, but I think what they need is someone who doesn’t have a card in the game. If you talk to Evelyn and Denny, maybe they’ll get it through their heads why it’s important for Brystol to wait. She’s how far along?”
“Seven weeks.”
He laughed. “Damn, you answered that fast.”
“Well, I was with her when she found out she was pregnant.”
“Riiiight. Okay, so the first trimester ends at thirteen weeks.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
He whistled. “That’s another month and a half. If what you’re saying is true, and Evelyn and Denny are too excited to wait any longer, you’re gonna need to have a real down-to-earth talk with them.”
I blew out a breath and walked back out to my bedroom, sitting on the side of the bed. “I know. Maybe I’ll talk to Brystol first. We just got on friendly terms, the last thing I want to do is piss her off again.”
Declan laughed. “Spoken like a man who doesn’t want to give up those…twists.”
I smirked. “Something like that. Listen, I better get going. I need to jump in the shower, give Denny a call, and see if they’re able to meet me for lunch.”
“Call Brystol first.”
“Trust me, I will.”
“Talk soon, Gavin.”
“Yeah, talk to you later.”
Hitting the end button, I walked into the bathroom and reached into the shower and was about to turn it on when my doorbell rang. I hesitated. What if this was my mother?
I waited a few moments, and it rang again.
“Shit. I’m getting a damn Ring camera today.”
Carefully making my way to the door, I tried looking out the side window, but when the person knocked on the door and called out my name, I let out the breath I hadn’t even known I was holding. I quickly unlocked the door and opened it.
“Why were you peeking out at me?” Brystol asked, making her way into my house.
“I was trying to see if it was my mother. I’m sure she’s heard the news by now that I’m an expectant father.”
Brystol turned and gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry about that.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about. Do you want some coffee? I can make some.”
She sighed. “I gave up coffee.”
“I have some tea.”
Her brows lifted. “You do?”
Motioning for her to follow, I led her to the kitchen, where I opened a drawer and pointed. “Pick your poison.”
Brystol walked over and smiled. “You like your tea, I see.”
I sighed. “Yes, I admit, I’m a tea lover. Want me to make you some or not?”
She let her eyes move over me, and it was then I realized I was only in my briefs.
“Did you just wake up?”
I pushed a hand through my hair. “Yeah. I was about to jump into the shower.”
Her brows lifted. “Really?”
Smiling, I replied, “Did you want to join me?”
When Brystol’s teeth dug into her lower lip, my cock started to get hard. She was about to say something when the doorbell rang again.
I closed my eyes and cursed. “Now I know for a fact that’s my mother. Only she would cockblock me right now.”
Brystol laughed. “Why don’t you go shower? I’ll get the door. If it’s your mother, I’ll explain everything.”
“Would you marry me? Because any woman who’s willing to face my mother is the woman I need to spend the rest of my life with.”
The doorbell rang again, and Brystol shoved my arm. “Go shower.”
I quickly went to the bathroom, turned on the water…and felt a wave of guilt wash over me. There was no way I could leave Brystol alone with my mother to answer all the questions I knew she’d have.
I turned off the water then quickly put on sweats and a long-sleeve shirt. My house wasn’t huge—a three-bedroom, one-story place just two blocks from my parents’ home. It was the first major purchase I’d ever made, with the help of my father and mother.
The sound of my mother and Brystol’s voices became clearer as I got closer to the kitchen.
I stopped in the threshold when I saw the two of them, heads bent together, laughing. And not just a giggle; full on, gasping-for-air laughter.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
They both looked up, and Brystol started laughing again. She actually wiped tears from her face.
Once my mother got herself under control, she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was showing Brystol some old photos of you.”
I was pretty sure all the color drained from my face. “Mom, please tell me you didn’t.”
Brystol started to laugh again. “She. Did!”
I closed my eyes and cursed inwardly. When my mother spoke again, I shot her a withering look.
“Oh, don’t be a poor sport about it, Gavin.”
Calmly, I asked, “You didn’t show her the picture, did you?”
Brystol reached over and placed a hand on my mother’s arm. “Oh my gosh, are there more like that?”