By the time I get home, I’m starving. I should have stopped to pick something up so I wouldn’t have to cook, but I was a little preoccupied. This wouldn’t even be an issue if Andrew had kept up his end of the bargain and stuck around at Alex and Connor’s for a decent amount of time.
I’m eating for two now, for crying out loud. Not that he knows that yet. In fact, the only other person who knows so far is Alex, and that’s because she figured it out before I did.
I still can’t believe I was sick in the morning for days and I didn’t even put two and two together. Pregnancy brain must be a real thing, because something like that wouldn’t normally slip by me. I’m usually very good at noticing details.
The doorbell rings just as I’m opening the fridge to look for something edible. Who is that? I’m not expecting anyone.
I look through the peephole (because a woman who lives alone can never be too safe) and all I see is a teenager holding a brown paper bag. Opening the door, the delivery guy hands me the bag and tells me to have a great day. Inside is my favourite ramen from the little noodle shop near Rough Mix. The timing couldn’t be better, since I’m starving, but I don’t think I should just trust ramen that shows up mysteriously, even if it is my favourite.
I’m putting the bag in the kitchen, trying to decide what I should eat, when my phone buzzes with an incoming text.
Ryder- I figured you’d be hungry since Andrew made you leave before you ate. I stopped to grab myself some noodles on my way home and figured I’d send you your favourite.
Dammit! That is so nice.
Me- That’s very thoughtful. Thank you.
Ryder- You’re welcome. You didn’t call me to take care of you this week while you were sick, so I’m doing it now.
I can’t believe he was actually serious about that. After having him look after me the other day, it was hard to go back to looking after myself. But I couldn’t exactly call him to come look after me while I was having morning sickness because of another man’s baby, could I? Especially after he told me he had feelings for me. That wouldn’t have been fair at all.
I’m even more disappointed in my behaviour today because of that. He was so great when he was, uhh, ‘talking to me’ out on the deck. Best orgasm of my life. How am I going to make things work with Andrew when I know Ryder can blow my mind with just his hand? With Andrew, I usually need to take care of myself.
But that’s the way it has to be. I can’t let anything else happen between me and Ryder. Even if I can’t make it work with Andrew, I can’t imagine that Ryder would want to tie himself to a pregnant woman anyway. He’s still a party guy after all. Nothing cramps your style quite like having a kid.
