I sat on the floor stringing decorations together like there was no tomorrow. Because tomorrow was a tea party from hell.
It's been exactly a week and July 1st was here. Boston had been busy with its newest summer season and I'd been busy with a new season of my own. It was an adjustment, and in all honesty, I was still in disbelief.
In thirty-three weeks I'd be somebody's mother. It wouldn't wrap around my brain and the only soul to know was Hayes. He'd been still processing it himself, I knew it was a lot.
He never saw this in his life and for that, I felt guilty. He didn't want a baby originally, but he's grown into the idea, he had to. But due to his parent's treatment, he didn't want his child to have a father like him.
But I think any child would be lucky. Though he feared them, the thought of him as a father made my heart gush in ways I couldn't explain. I didn't feel ready to be a parent, but in all honesty... whoever does? Nobody goes into this knowing exactly what they are doing.
You just go with the flow.
I continued to string the flowers as I sat crisscrossed on the floor knowing my feet would fall asleep soon enough.
The elevator doors opened at seven o'clock sharp and as I looked over. He stared at me confused in the living room.
"What are you doing?" I shook my head in response annoyed as he drew nearer.
"Been a long day, new clients drove me insane" he joined me on the floor.
"How are you feeling?"
The same question is asked each day once I wake and he returns home. He was nervous always about the pregnancy, it almost cracked me up.
"Oh, all the motherhood. Maybe it's because I'm planning and doing stuff for a baby shower for our mutual best friend" I sit up more facing him placing down the flowers.
"It's kind of silly because nobody knows I'm pregnant and Alisha is pregnant. Our babies could be best friends" With that Hayes just laughs at my antics lifting one of the fake flowers.
"Oh and as a matter of fact you or anyone else will never be throwing me a baby shower or a gender reveal, I hate them."
"Noted" he stands offering me his hand.
"I have to finish"
"Tomorrow morning love, right now you need rest" I take his hand standing slowly dusting off my jeans. He takes my hand and pulls me upstairs with him.
"I hate baby showers, god they are almost suffocating"
"What did they ever do to you?" He pushes open the door to our room and I sigh walking towards my closet.
"They are awkward and weird, especially the games? It's a possibility for worst-case scenarios, you know I went to one where another girl announced her pregnancy? Like, come on" he laughs slightly meeting me back outside my closet.
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First Strike
RomanceWhen Lily Langston goes to a game with her best friend. The last thing she ever thought to happen was being hit in the face with a ball. But what left her even more shocked was when the guest pitcher himself, the known ruthless billionaire Hayes Gr...