"Thank you," I whisper.
"That's what new friends are for."
We sit there in my shoebox apartment, surrounded by positive pregnancy tests and half-eaten bagels, and I let myself feel everything.
The fear. The panic.
The overwhelming sense that nothing will ever be the same.
But also—buried deep under all of that—a tiny spark of something that might, eventually…become joy.
Because in seven and a half months, I'm going to be a mother.
And Donovan Mitchell—billionaire CEO, confirmed bachelor, the man I kissed last night outside Ampersand NYC—is going to be a father.
Whether he knows it yet or not.
“Four weeks," I say out loud, making it real. "I'll tell him in one month.”
“One month,” Carmen agrees.
And I pray to whoever's listening that one month will be enough time to figure out how to tell the man I work for—the man I'm maybe starting to have feelings for—that our one night in Miami is about to become infinitely more complicated.
Starting with a baby.
Hisbaby.
Our baby.
"I'm going to throw up again," I moan.
"Morning sickness or panic?"
"Both."
Carmen helps me back to the bathroom, holding my hair while I'm sick, and all I can think is…
This is my life now.
Pregnant. Terrified. Completely unprepared.
And somehow, I'm going to have to find a way to make it work.
Starting with surviving the next four weeks without completely losing my mind.
Or throwing up on my boss.
Whichever comes first.
Chapter ten
~DONOVAN~
By Wednesday morning, I walk into Titan like I own the place.
It’s a good thing that I actually do.
Because, honestly, it’s the only way to disguise the fact that I spent the last thirty-six hours thinking about a kiss.
