Blake and Ava must fight for the life they want, even if that involves risking it all.
Series Order: Baby Steps, Colossal Jump, Moving Forward, Little Leaps and Passing Motions.
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CHAPTER TWELVE
Blake rests his arm on the back of the chair and grins. The warm sun glows against his tanned skin and the salt water is crisp in the morning air. He twirls a strand of my brown hair around his index finger whilst nodding his head.
"I have a full breakfast, avocado toast and the waffles," a young waitress says.
"Here, let me take these for you." Kyle takes the full breakfast and avocado toast and places them in front of Charlotte and himself.
"Waffles go right here." I point to the empty spot beside me.
"The other full breakfast and smoothie bowl will be out soon."
"Thank you so much!" I smile.
"You can start because Lo sure won't wait." Blake chuckles. "Where is our cheeky daughter anyways? She usually appears when the food arrives."
"You've spoken too soon." I laugh.
London passes the Barbie doll she was playing with to another little girl, then wanders away from the collection of toys. She dashes past a couple of people and climbs onto the chair beside me.
"Mm, yummy!" She grins.
"Do you want me to pour the syrup?"
Lo nods, so I pour it over the waffles. Her blue eyes widen with excitement and a smile spreads across my lips. London's happiness warms my heart.
"I have a full breakfast and green smoothie bowl," a young male waiter says.
"Smoothie bowl is here." I point to the space in front. "And the breakfast next to me."
"Okay." He nods.
He places the plates on the table and reaches for the table number.
"Please enjoy the meal. Reach out if there's anything you need."
"Cheers, man." Blake nods.
London quickly demolishes the waffles and banana smoothie, then returns to play with the toys. She's with a group of girls who are playing dress up with the Barbies. Even though Blake isn't her biological father, the way London interacts with people, I wouldn't bat an eyelid over genetics.
Blake places his hand on my knee and squeezes it. I place my hand on my stomach and smile at him. I shouldn't be nervous but my heart is racing like a jackhammer.
"We haven't told our parents or London but." I bite my lip. "I'm pregnant."
"What!" Charlotte almost chokes on her food. "Oh my goodness! Congratulations. Now I can finally pick a date for the wedding. I'll make it a couple of weeks before your due, that way you don't have to stress about popping it out on the dance floor."
