One Moment Please (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,93

forever. She wants more out of life. She could find someone who actually loves her and wants marriage or more kids.

Someone who’s not me.

That thought makes my blood run cold. I might not want a traditional life with Lynsey, but I don’t want her having it with someone else. Dean’s right—at this point, I should be the one who catches her when she falls. She belongs here. With me. So I can watch over her and the baby. No one can take care of them the way I can. And if being a family on paper is what she wants, I can give it to her. I can marry her and still stay detached enough to keep them safe. I’ll give her anything she needs to just stay with me.

She stirs beside me, her lips curling up into a small smile before she croaks, “I can feel you gawking at me.”

I exhale heavily. “I think we should get married.”

Her eyes pop open, and she stares up at the ceiling dazedly blinking. “What?”

The words that have been on the tip of my tongue all night poise for a second leap. “I think we should get married.”

She turns to look at me, her eyes squinting in the light. “Getting married is something you should probably know, not think.”

She sits up in the bed, shoving tousled hair out of her face to hit me with her gorgeous, confused eyes. “Is this because Kate and Miles got engaged last night?”

I shake my head. “No. I just think it makes logical sense for us to get married. We’re having a kid together.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Um…I’m aware!”

I sit for a moment and wait for her to say more, but she doesn’t. “Are you going to tell me what you think?”

She opens her mouth to speak but then closes it, shaking her head in disbelief. She makes a weird series of noises and then suddenly rolls off the bed, clutching the sheet around her naked body as she pads into my closet. She grabs a T-shirt off the shelf and looks at me with her mouth hanging open like she’s going to say something but then she must think differently, so she turns to leave the room. I hop out of bed and grab a pair of joggers, hurriedly dressing before chasing her down the hall.

She’s in the kitchen with the refrigerator open.

“Are you going to answer me?” I ask as she pulls a handful of meats and cheeses out of the fridge and sets them down on the counter.

She narrows her eyes and storms past me to the pantry to grab her round charcuterie board.

“What are you doing?” I ask as she heads back to the kitchen.

“What the hell does it look like?” she hisses, her tone scathing as she grabs a big knife out of the butcher block. “I’m making charcuterie.”

“For breakfast?”

“Yeah, because you just asked me to marry you while I still had morning breath, Josh!” She angles toward me with the sharp knife in hand and tears welling in her eyes.

“Okay.” I grip the back of my neck nervously. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that me asking you this would make you upset.”

“What makes you think I’m upset?” She rips open a package of aged cheddar and slices away at it.

I grimace at the sight of her sniffling. “Because you seem to be crying?”

She shoots wide, accusing eyes at me. “Can’t I just cut some cheese and cry a little?” She grabs the blue cheese crumbles.

I make a noise in my throat.

“What?” she snaps.

“You can’t have blue cheese.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s unpasteurized, remember? It’s in your baby book.”

Her jaw drops in horror as she holds the knife up. “Are you kidding me with this shit? Why don’t you just cut my head off while you’re at it?”

I can’t help but roll my eyes. “I think you’re being a touch dramatic, Jones.”

“I am not!” she exclaims, abandoning the blue cheese and setting about arranging the pepper jack on the board instead. “I literally can’t do anything fun. I can’t eat lunch meat. I can’t drink. I can’t eat unpasteurized cheese.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, seriously fucking confused that she’s more worked up about food and drink right now than me asking her to marry me. Lynsey barely complains about being pregnant, so none of this makes any fucking sense.

She drops her knife on the counter and points at her belly. “I can’t find out I’m pregnant in a fun way. I can’t