But maybe he didn’t want to want me.
“Ugh,” I groan, as I try to force myself to read and fully take in the email from my accountant that’s open before me. I’ve attempted it at least four times now, but as soon as I start reading, my mind drifts.
I glance at the clock on the screen. He’s been gone almost two hours. The message I’ve sent him has gone unread, and I’m starting to get concerned. My mind is spinning, creating stupid ideas of things he could be doing right now…
He was turned on. What if he called an old hook-up to fix the issue?
What if he drove off angry and distracted and got in an accident?
What if…
I shake my head, grab my cell, and pull up Parker’s contact.
I hesitate, not really knowing what I want to say, but also needing to know he’s okay.
I tap out a message, asking if she’s heard from him, but before I get a chance to hit send, the front door slams again.
My heart jumps into my throat. I drop my cell on the bed as heavy footsteps thump this way.
Oh God.
He’s angry. He’s really?—
My thoughts die the second he marches into my room, his face softer and more relaxed than I was expecting. He places a bag on my bed.
“W-what’s that?” I stutter.
“It’s for you.”
With a deep frown marring my brow, I abandon my laptop and shuffle closer on my knees.
My hand trembles lightly as I pull the bag open and shift the tissue paper aside.
My eyes widen when I find a pile of fabric staring back up at me.
“It’s just some basics. And if any of it is wrong, we can exchange it tomorrow.”
Tears flood my eyes as I pull out two pairs of maternity leggings, a pretty floral dress, a couple of T-shirts, shorts, jeans, and…“You bought me underwear?”
“I…umm…” He hesitates, vigorously rubbing the back of his neck. “You said that…” His eyes drop to my breasts. “That they, umm…”
I pull the bralettes from the bag and study them. They’re perfect. But— “Everett,” I gasp, my eyes locked on the price tag. It’s only then that I really look at the bag with its gold foiling and pretty ribbon handles.
It’s the most exclusive baby store in the city. Their clothes are featured all over the place. Their clothing and nursery furniture are beyond beautiful, but also the things of dreams for most people.
Everett Donnelly isn’t most people.
“You must have spent a fortune,” I chastise.
There was a time in my life when designer brands like this were normal. But everything has changed now.
“You’re worth it.”
I lower the bralette to my lap before dragging my eyes up to his.
“I thought you were mad at me. I thought…” A hiccup erupts.
He steps forward before lowering his ass to the edge of my bed.
