Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,158

the roses.

“Miss?” The trainer asked. “Are you nauseous?”

“With all these people staring at me…yeah.”

I smirked. “You get used to it. Just swear a little. Wave a champagne bottle. They love to hate that.”

The trainer had no patience for me. “Were you nauseous before you fainted?”

“Maybe? I’m okay now.”

She nodded. “We should take you inside and cool you down. Did you get hurt when you fell?”

“No.”

“Have anything to drink today? Anything alcoholic?”

“It’s only eleven o’clock?” She pointed at me before I made a joke about it being happy hour somewhere. “And don’t you say anything.”

The trainer took her pulse again. “Any medical conditions? Diabetes? Heart disease?”

“No.”

“Any chance you might be pregnant?”

And just like that, Leah froze.

So did I.

We both counted the days, though I had no idea where I was supposed to start counting or why. Leah said some nights were better than others for our chances. I fucked her indiscriminately to ensure they’d all be good.

Leah covered her mouth with her hand, staring at me with wide, startled, absolutely beautiful mocha eyes. She didn’t speak, but I knew the answer.

Yes.

It wasn’t a chance that she was pregnant.

She was.

She had to be.

She leapt into my arms with a squeal, burying her face in my shoulder as the excitement turned to tears. I held her close, grinning like a fucking idiot at the trainer who probably thought Leah was the world’s worst patient.

“You gotta go get checked out,” I said. “What if something—”

“I’m okay…” Leah pulled away, sharing my grin. “I know I’m okay.”

“Go to a doctor?” I asked. “Please.”

“Right now.”

I glanced over the field. “I’ll come too.”

“It’s okay.” She stood on her tip-toes and kissed me, earning a clap from the growing crowds. “I promise. I’ll go in right now. Meet you at your house?”

“Yeah…”

The trainer offered her arm, and Leah took it, beaming a beautiful smile that sucked every bit of courage from me.

At least she was taking it well.

Pregnant.

We did it.

I was having a baby.

The revelation got to me. I crumpled on the bench and nearly puked. Coach Thompson shouted for me to return to practice.

Holy fuck.

What the hell was I supposed to do now?

Coach yelled again. “Get your ass on the field, Jack!”

The adrenaline surged through me. I did what I was told and jogged to the huddle.

And I played even better than I had before. Now I had two reasons my game was improving.

Nothing was going to stop me from getting everything I ever wanted.

But I wasn’t sure the championship was all I wanted anymore.

13

Leah

I didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t need a doctor. I probably needed to sit down. I should have wanted a stiff drink but that wasn’t a good idea now.

The trainers said to wait it out, drink some Gatorade, and let an ambulance take me to the hospital. I refused, staying until the dizziness stopped and I could make it to my doctor without the media blitz.

This wasn’t a story I wanted spread unless it was absolutely true.

The doctor confirmed our suspicions with a smile.

I didn’t believe her. I left her office and bought three other tests before heading to Jack’s. If I wasn’t dehydrated before, I was now.

The tests all said the same thing.

Pregnant.

Holy. Hell.

I always wondered how it’d feel when it happened. I once pictured a very different life. Husband. Stability. A candlelit dinner and me brushing Wyatt’s hand, whispering my excitement. That was the romance I planned. I imagined soft music playing while I revealed to him how our lives would change. I thought we’d dance in candlelight and just enjoy that miracle.

I could have made Jack a dinner. Maybe? But he already knew. There wasn’t much of a mystery anymore, and I didn’t know what to serve for such a blessed revelation. Or what music to play. What we’d do after we confirmed the pregnancy…

And Christ, there was no comparing Jack and Wyatt, even if every time I imagined that gentle dance, I saw me swaying in Jack’s arms.

This was so not how I planned my life, but I wasn’t regretting it. Not in the least—and that was weirder than everything. The past six weeks of “dating” Jack by day and rolling in his bed at night wasn’t structured or planned.

But it was fun.

Was life supposed to be fun? Having a baby was a serious, life-altering event. We had to plan things and organize everything and prepare for a multitude of changes and events and—

I grabbed a pen, paper, and my laptop. I could make a list of things