One Moment Please: A Surprise Pregnancy Standalone (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,46
don’t tell Miles, but this man walking toward us has been my muse.”
She turns to look at Josh, but I take her arm and spin her to face me. “Kate.”
“What, Lyns?” she replies with an edge of irritation that I’m not letting her ogle the man walking toward us right now.
I grab her chin. “Dr. Dick is the father of my surprise baby.”
Kate’s eyes blink just as Josh’s voice interrupts us. “Should you really be dancing on coffee tables in your state?”
Kate’s jaw drops, and I swallow the knot in my throat as we both turn in unison to face the familiar, judgmental tone of Dr. Dick. He pins me with a disapproving look and lifts his hand up to help me down. When I stand before him, Josh’s eyes drop to my hand that’s still holding Kate’s beer.
“Are you drinking?” he snaps, his tone scolding.
“It’s Kate’s.” Defensiveness wells up.
Kate’s voice interrupts our stare down as she drops next to us. “Jesus Christ, you really are pregnant.”
Josh’s brows lift. “So I see you told her the happy news.”
Just then, Kate’s eyes flutter shut, and she falls backward into the arms of Miles who has magically appeared behind her like some sort of cheesy romance novel. She’s just fainted the way only a true romance writer could.
Kate comes to moments later and fires a million questions at me in her bedroom. She then proceeds to chastise me for not telling her about my one-night stand with Dr. Dick and not telling her that Dr. Dick was the hot doctor who was eyeing me in the cafeteria all those weeks. I apologize profusely for lying and swear that I won’t be keeping secrets from her ever again. Tonight is so not the night to tell her about the spanking portion of this story. I really don’t need to see her faint again.
Before we leave her room, she asks if I’m happy about being pregnant, and I surprise myself when I tell her I am. This all certainly didn’t happen the way I had planned, and I still have a lot of shit to figure out with my life. But right now, at this moment, with this baby inside me…I’m happy.
We make our way back to the party. Josh is talking to Miles and Sam in the kitchen. He doesn’t look completely miserable, but he must feel me watching because his head turns, and our eyes connect. The music of the party swells, and he drops his chin and watches me from across the room, giving me flashbacks of the tiger stalking his prey in the hospital cafeteria. Back then, I wasn’t sure what this look meant. Now, there’s no question that that…was foreplay. And so is this.
Josh excuses himself from the group, lifting his beer to Miles before making his way toward me. It’s like the universe can feel him coming because everyone sort of naturally parts for him, like Moses and the Red Sea.
This past week, things were pretty platonic between us. There were moments when I thought Josh was flirting with me, but then he’d shut it down by refocusing on the pregnancy and plans for my future and where I was going to live.
However, the way he’s looking at me and biting that lower lip, I want to forget that I’m pregnant with his baby. Suddenly, I just want to be a girl at a party watching a hot guy walk toward me.
My eyes caress his entire body, taking in his appearance. His dark jeans, black T-shirt, and charcoal blazer fit perfectly. His hair is carelessly mussed, and his green eyes pop against his dark lashes. He’s grown-up, effortlessly stylish, and one hundred percent man.
“Hey.” He slides one hand into his jeans pocket as he approaches. His eyes drift down my body before returning to my face.
“Hey,” I reply, my voice breathier than I intend. I clear my throat and push a strand of hair away from my face. “How did you get here?”
“A car.” He takes a sip of his beer bottle that looks a bit too pedestrian in his hand.
I fold my arms casually, needing to hold myself together. “I mean, how did you know where I was?”
His brows furrow. “You texted me.”
“No, I didn’t,” I retort. I then feel in my back pocket for my phone that’s most definitely not there. I glance toward the kitchen where Dean stands, holding his beer bottle up to me in a silent cheers.