“There are procedures you have to go through first. You cannot just post an eviction notice to my door and change the locks!” Zoe snapped, slapping the notice on the kitchen island.
“True, but going through the courts to get you evicted would take too much time and money. I figured it would just be easier to leave a notice and change the locks,” Trevor said before adding with a one-shoulder shrug, “and cheaper.”
Her eyes narrowed dangerously on him as her face took on an interesting shade of crimson. She noticeably took a deep breath to calm down and it probably didn’t help when he grinned. She was just so damn cute when she looked like she was ready to kill him.
She stuck her hand out towards him in silent demand. “There’s no need to evict me since I already told you that I’m moving out, so give me a copy of the key,” Zoe said evenly and he could tell by the way that her eyes kept darting down to his leg that she was thinking about kicking him.
“I’m sorry, Zoe. I just can’t do that. I’m already using it for storage,” Trevor said, wondering how much longer it would be until she gave in to the need to attack him.
“You’re using it for storage? How the hell can you do that with all my stuff in there?” she demanded, her voice rising as her little hands curled into fists by her sides.
“I needed the space,” he said with a shrug.
“For what?”
Did her eyes just dart to the butcher block?
Since he really didn’t feel like spending the night in the hospital, Trevor decided to take pity on her and just let her know the new arrangement, besides all her violent thoughts probably weren’t good for the baby.
Baby.
He still couldn’t believe that he was going to be a father. Truth was, he hadn’t been sure that he even wanted to have kids. He didn’t want to pass down his problems to a child or have to deal with any of the bullshit that came from having a family, especially if it didn’t work out and things ended in divorce. He never wanted to be responsible for giving his kid the kind of pain his father had given him, even unintentionally.
With Zoe as his child’s mother, he would never have to worry about it. Not that he planned on letting her go, but he knew without a doubt that she’d kick his ass up and down the street if she thought even for a second that he somehow let their child down.
After the slight panic attack he had after Jason had calmly explained what Zoe’s prescriptions were for, he’d realized that he was actually pretty excited about having a family with Zoe. She was so damn sweet, attentive, kind, and he loved her. He couldn’t wait to have babies with her. Once he’d convinced his cousins and uncles to get off of him and let him up off the floor, he’d started making plans.
Sure, Zoe was probably going to get pissed and she wouldn’t talk to him for a few days or weeks, but this really was for the best and when she realized that, she would no doubt thank him for taking care of everything.
“Well, since you moved in here, I really didn’t have much choice about moving my stuff in there,” Trevor pointed out.
“Moved in with you? What the hell are you talking about?” she asked, but he saw the moment that she realized that all of her kitchen belongings were now in his kitchen. He’d made sure to keep her stuff and box his shit up to make her happy, which she’d probably appreciate once she stopped scowling.
“I did tell you that my family was over here last night. It took a few hours and the guidance of Haley and my aunt, but I think we did a pretty good job,” he said, glancing around the kitchen.
“Please tell me that you’re kidding and that you really didn’t move my stuff in here,” Zoe mumbled as she looked around the kitchen as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing, which was kind of insulting since he’d worked pretty damn hard to make the kitchen “cute” for her. Did she not see the matching puppy dog oven mitts that he bought for her?
“Of course, I did.” He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a Coke for himself and a bottle of apple juice for her. When she only frowned down at the juice, he explained, “You can’t have caffeine while you’re pregnant.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t want juice. I want you to put all of my stuff back in my apartment.”
“Why would I do that?” Trevor asked, frowning as he stepped past her and headed into the living room where his boys were lounging in front of the couch.
“Gee, I don’t know,” Zoe said, storming into the living room after him. “Maybe because I never told you that I wanted to move in here or perhaps because I ended things with you and told you that I was moving out. Take your pick, Trevor, but put my stuff back in my apartment.”
“First off,” Trevor said, pausing to finish off his soda, “I believe you cried tears of joy when I asked you to move in.” When her mouth dropped open in stunned disbelief, he decided to continue and press his luck. “Secondly, I really don’t remember you ending things and I really think I would have remembered that,” he said, deciding that Jason’s theory was correct and it didn’t count if a woman was pissed when she did it. The man was a Harvard grad, after all, so who was he to argue with the man’s logic?
“Are you serious?” Zoe demanded. “I broke things off with you yesterday and you damn well know it!”
“Thirdly,” he said, ignoring her as he leaned back and tried to get comfortable since this looked like it was going to take a while, “I can’t move you back in there not only because it would be a waste of time since I’d just have to move you again when we bought a house, but it would also be pretty weird being married and living separately, don’t you think?”
“Married?” Zoe practically screeched, not sounding all that pleased, which left him feeling a little offended. “We’re not getting married.”
He snorted at that. “I may have let you have your naughty little way with me for the past couple of months, but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to allow you to keep treating me like some dirty little boy toy. If you want to live with me, then I expect you to put a ring on my finger,” Trevor said, holding up his left hand and wiggling his ring finger to punctuate his words.
“Naughty little...” Zoe mumbled, shaking her head in disbelief as she tightened her hold on her towel and dropped into the overstuffed chair. “Oh, my God, you really are insane.”
“Probably,” Trevor said with a shrug, “but don’t worry, I doubt that it’s hereditary, so the baby should be fine.”
