“Home.”
“Um…Then you’re going the wrong way,” I said, pointing the direction of my apartment.
“We’re going to my home.”
I blinked at him. “Oh. I’d sort of like to take a nap.” The fatigue was hitting me hard these days and all I wanted to do was sleep.
“You can do that as soon as we get there. Or you can kick back now, if you want.”
“Why are we going to your place?”
His jaw flexed. “You’re going to stay with me.”
“Bolo-”
“I’m not taking the chance that something happens and you’re at home alone,” he said, interrupting me.
“Bolo-”
“I have my own house, but we’ll be staying in my apartment at the clubhouse. There’s people around twenty-four hours a day in case you need anything. I’m not taking you back to your apartment to stay by yourself when you have a fever,” he continued on.
“I don’t even have any of my stuff.”
“I packed for you.”
Blinking, I stared at him. “Wait… So I’m moving in with you?”
He nodded, staring at the road. “Yes. At least for now.”
“That’s…a really big step. We’ve only been getting to know each other for a couple weeks.”
He looked over at me, those blue eyes bright and determined. “It is. So is having a baby together.”
I made a face at him. “I realize that, thanks.” He chuckled. “I don’t know…I didn’t even get to pack properly. What if you only grabbed uncomfortable underwear?”
He went silent, confusion washing over his face. “Why do you own uncomfortable underwear?”
“It’s not meant to be worn long.”
He looked over at me, a hungry expression crossing his face before he schooled it into a neutral mask.
I bit back the smile as long as I could before snorting out a laugh. A proper snort, too, which would have been embarrassing if he wasn’t already so perplexed, and turned on. “I’m kidding. Well, not really. But the point is you may not have gotten everything. Seriously, do you know what I even need?”
“I got the basics. If you’re missing anything important we can go back. How about this? Give it a week.”
“A week?”
“When we go back to the doc, if I’m driving you insane we can discuss other arrangements. But for now I can keep an eye on that fever and the blood pressure.”
“Like going home? Those kinds of arrangements?” I asked.
“Like staying with your parents.”
I stared at him in horror. “I’m thirty-five. And pregnant,” I said almost as an afterthought, “I’m not moving back in with my parents. I’d rather live with you.”
He looked over at me again, eyes narrowing. “That didn’t sound like a compliment.”
I gave him a smug smile. It was what he got for basically forcing me to move in with him. But really? It was a smart move. I wasn’t oblivious to that fact. I would’ve been too proud to ask. And moving in with him didn’t sound so bad. I was getting tired of living alone. Sitting by myself at night, flicking through endless channels while I tried to find something to watch. And he was right, if something happened, at least someone would be around to help me.
