Love in a Cup

Chapter Eight

Lexi

It was like Robby had flipped a switch. One minute he was flirting and confessing his feelings for me, and the next he was treating me the same way he usually treated Kelly and Sawyer; like we were friends. I didn't know what I was thinking. We were friends no matter what, but I guess a very small part of me wished he'd have fought a little harder.

Robby dragged the dresser into the room and pulled out a pocket knife to open it. He grabbed the instructions, and without even asking for help, he got started.

While Robby worked, I made my bed and started laying baby clothes out. I opened the closet and pulled out three baskets filled with clothes of all sizes and sat them on the floor beside me. I began folding, the only interruption being when Robby needed my help holding a piece of wood still.

The dresser was a light pink, and once he got far enough in the process, I realized the top was a changing table. I felt excitement building inside at the thought that in just a few months, I'd be using this piece of furniture every day. And it was thanks to Robby.

I'd lied to him earlier, and I kind of hated myself for it. I did like him, but admitting to him that I was afraid I'd fall in love and he'd be the second man to walk away from my daughter and me before she was even born felt as easy as swallowing a nail. What if he stuck around until after Reese was born, and then decided to leave us?

"So, you write music?" I asked after too long a stretch of silence.

"I try," he joked. "Sometimes Talon helps me with wording since I usually write melodies."

"Will you sing something for me?"

He laughed. "Never."

"If you sing me one of your songs, I'll sing for you," I offered.

He stared for a moment before turning back to the dresser. "I'll take you up on the offer when you're feeling better."

I felt a little disappointed at his answer, but tried to not to let it show.

Less than an hour later, Robby stood and rubbed his hands together. "I think I actually did it!"

I grinned at him. "You did! I seriously can't thank you enough for this. I've been putting every penny I can back, but it's like the list of things I need just keeps growing. This was going to end up being one of the last things I got because, as much as I wouldn't want to, I could have given her my dresser and I'd just have used baskets."

"Well, now you don't have to worry about it," he said. I walked up and threw my arms around his middle. He didn't even let a second go by before he wrapped me in an embrace. Robby was tall enough that my head was tucked perfectly under his chin. It was perfect, and my heart felt it, even if I tried to ignore it. "I'm glad you like it more than you thought it was weird."

"Robby, I lied to you,"I admitted.

He leaned back to look down into my eyes, obviously confused. "About what?"

"I do like you, but it scares me to death! My life is so messy right now, and I'm trying to sort everything out piece by piece."

"Are you interested in seeing if there's something more here between us?" He asked, his tone hopeful.

I hesitated. "I don't think my answer can change. It isn't fair to you!"

"What isn't fair?"

"That I'm having a baby!" I stepped out of his arms.

"Lexi, why is it okay for you to decide what is and isn't fair to me? Why can't I tell you what I can handle?"

I pulled my lip in-between my teeth. "You're right, but so am I."