Free Never Have A Baller's Baby: A Bad Boy Pregnancy Romance by Lena Skye Page B

“This feels like nothing I’ve ever known before. Like… it’s not just you and just me as individuals. It feels like we’re one when we’re together this way. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?”
    “Is this what what is supposed to feel like?” she asked as her heartbeat began to speed up again.
    He smiled. “Is this what love is supposed to feel like?” he corrected himself.
    She grinned back at him. “I’m sure it is.” The time had come to tell him. “Scott…” she began, taking his hands in hers and holding them gently.
    He looked at her expectantly. “Yes?”
    “I have something important to tell you. Something pretty big.” Her heart was racing, and she was anxious to find out what he would say and think about it.
    “What is it?” he asked, looking at her curiously.
    She hesitated, taking a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.” She answered him in a hush, watching his sky blue eyes for any hint of his response.
    He stared at her. Silence surrounded them like a thickness that could not be breached for a long minute.
    “What?” he asked, blinking. He was certain that he’d heard her wrong. “What did you say?”
    “I said that I’m pregnant,” she repeated, beginning to feel a small ball of uncertainty in her.
    He continued to stare at her. “I… I don’t know what to say.” He replied. “Are you sure?”
    She nodded, and waited. It began to feel like she was waiting for a sentencing from a judge.
    He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “Wow… a baby. I didn’t… I didn’t expect that.” Visions of a tiny infant began to fill his mind, followed by images of the infant growing up throughout the coming years; kindergarten, summers playing baseball, football, and swimming, high school, a car, graduation. He felt as if he could see all of his life passing right before his eyes. “A baby…” he repeated.
    She waited. She knew that it could be a big shock, and she remembered how hard she had taken it, and she told herself not to expect him to be too excited or happy about it right away. Even so, she was beginning to feel a little disappointed that he hadn’t appeared to be too receptive about it.
    “This is incredible…” he began and stopped, lifting his hand to his forehead to rub it. He turned his head then and looked at her. “How do you feel about this? What do you want to do about it?”
    She leaned up on her elbow and looked at him earnestly. “I want to keep it. I want to have this baby with you and start a family. I really… I really love you, Scott, and I want this to be everything that it could be. We are going to be parents and have a child, and I want to do that together.”
    She had told him the truth. All of it. She knew that it was a risk, but she didn’t want to leave anything unsaid. She told herself that she would rather that he know all of it at once so that he could make the best decision for himself and for her and the baby, than to hold anything back from him and cause more problems later.
    He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. It felt like the weight of the world was on his chest. With a deep breath, he pushed himself up to a sitting position and leaned against the pillows. “Naomi, we have to talk about this. I understand what you’re saying, but nothing has changed for me. I can’t be with you, at least not publicly.
    My agent Harold is demanding that I use the publicity I’m getting from all of the newspapers and magazines that are saying I’m in a relationship with Jennifer. He wants me to really plug that and feed it. It’s good for her image and it’s good for mine. This is really important!”
    She pushed herself up and lowered her brows at him. “No it’s not! Your public image is not that important! This child is!” She felt anger stirring in her.
    He raked his hand through his hair and then dropped his fist onto the bed. “It’s really not that easy, Naomi! You still don’t understand! This is about a lot