The room fell quiet, the only sound was Jade’s whimpering, and just when I thought she wasn’t going to respond, she opened her mouth, and whispered, “Okay.”
Chapter 11
Jade
“Damn straight it’s my kid.”
It was late, and Reid was probably already asleep, but I had to see him. He’d walked out of my apartment earlier, and I hadn’t heard from him since he left me a blubbering mess. I hoped it wasn’t going to be a new habit of his.
I unlocked the door to his and Dane’s apartment using my spare key, and quietly shut the door. Dane was next door with Kennedy, so I didn’t have to worry about waking him up. I stepped lightly across the cold, tiled floors, and slowly opened Reid’s bedroom door, a smile teasing my lips when his sift snores met my ears.
I walked closer, and sat down on his bed. The slight movement jolted him, and he startled awake. I reached over and switched his bedside lamp on.
“Jade,” he sat up right. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?” His eyes darted from my face to my stomach, and his worried expression made me soften.
“I’m fine,” I replied quietly. My eyes couldn’t help but roam the defined contours of his chest. He’d had the nerve to criticize me for being underdressed in this weather, but he was shirtless with only a pair of long cotton draw pants on. His sandy blond hair was ruffled from sleep, and his green eyes looked tired. But he was still the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on. My heart tripped in my chest, and my stomach fluttered. It was a nice change from the irritation I’d been feeling towards him lately.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I said, clutching the ultrasound picture close to me. “You walked out earlier, and I realize I should have stopped you.”
“You looked upset, and I thought it was best I left.”
I nodded, suddenly feeling like a girl talking to her crush for the first time. I chalked it down to how easily my moods changed lately, and reasoned that most women had to feel some kind of attraction to the father of their children.
“I wanted to give you this.” I handed him the photo, and held my breath as he stared down at it.
“This blob,” he muttered. “Is our baby?”
“It is.” I half-smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear. “I was sixteen weeks when I had my first scan, after I got back from Cabo.”
“You only found out two weeks ago?”
I shrugged. “I had no idea until then. It didn’t even cross my mind because I wasn’t sick, and I was still getting my period.”
I wasn’t sure if that was too much information or not, but I thought he deserved the same explanation I got from Dr. Burke.
“I’m due around the eighteenth of August, which means the baby was conceived - ”
“Over Thanksgiving,” he finished, looking down at the picture in awe. The way he breathed it out put any worry I had over whether he not he questioned the paternity at ease, and there was no way he could doubt that he was the father.
My chin tipped down, and he continued to rub the picture of our baby with reverence.
“We’ll find out what the sex is at the next appointment,” I told him. “But I have a feeling it’s a girl. At least I hope it is. Not that I would mind a boy, but I just - ”
“Jade.” Reid covered my hand with his. “You’re rambling.”
“Sorry,” I huffed, trying to dispel the anxious energy coursing its’ way through my body. “I’m nervous.”
He yawned, and I suddenly felt contrite for waking him at – I glanced at his bedside clock – two a.m.
“I should go. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
I stood up, and as I turned my back I felt his hand wrap around my wrist.
“Wait.” His voice was soft, and rough, strong, and vulnerable. “Stay. I don’t want you to go back outside in the cold.”
“I’m right next door Reid,” I argued half-heartedly. “And I don’t think Stella would appreciate it if I stayed the night, even if I slept on the sofa.”
Reid’s brows drew in. “I thought you knew...” He trailed off, and I turned to face him, leaving my wrist in his hand. If I was being completely honest with myself I didn’t want him to let go just yet. The small touch had reminded me of how much I’d missed the feel of his hands, and his fingers on my skin. His thumb skirted over my pulse, over and over again, and I was certain he could feel the erratic rhythm of my pulse.
“Knew what?” I asked.
“I broke up with Stella.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “When?”
He shook his head, his eyes downcast. “Doesn’t matter. I just couldn’t be with her anymore.”
As badly as I wanted to ask why, I could tell he didn’t want to talk about it. I also had no desire to recap the conversation we’d had about how he would try to love her if it meant getting over me. So what exactly did it mean then? If they were over did that mean he still had feelings for me?
Of course he did, I reminded myself. He said he was going to fight for you.
I shoved those thoughts aside with more mental force than necessary. I had to adjust to us being a constant in each other’s lives again, and more importantly to us being parents. The rest would have to wait.
“I would say I’m sorry,” I laughed awkwardly, “but we both know I wouldn’t mean it. I would have had a hard time letting her anywhere near our baby if you’d stayed together.”
“Yeah, look, there’s something else I should have mentioned.” He let go of my wrist, and leaned against his brown leather headboard. “Stella was the one who told me you were pregnant.”
Until he mentioned it, the thought of how he’d come to know I was pregnant hadn’t even crossed my mind. I was too busy being upset with him that I’d never stopped to wonder who’d told him.
I frowned, and my body involuntarily took a weary step backwards. “How did she know?”
“She said her friend works as a receptionist at the doctor’s consulting rooms, and she was the one you spoke to the day you rescheduled your ultrasound.”
I was going to have to talk to Dr. Burke about that. Stella’s friend was going to lose her job thanks to that little stunt, but I didn’t want Stella to be a problem.
“Hey.” Reid moved from the bed and came to stand in front of me. He tipped my chin back, and forced me to look into his eyes. The light from the lamp cast shadows over his face, accentuating the cut of his jaw, and the roundness of his lips. My heart did that stuttering thing again, and I felt my body wanting to sway towards him. In spite of the cold temperature, his hard body radiated heat. A warmth I was all too familiar with. And apparently so was my body.
“Don’t worry about her,” he told me softly. “She won’t be a problem.”
“And if she becomes one? If she decides she wants you back?”
His stoic expression gave nothing away, but I could see he understood the underlying meaning to my question. I wanted his reassurance – albeit over and over again – that our child would be put above all else.
“She never really had me, Jade. I know it, and she shows it. But the question is,” – he leaned closer, until we were inhaling the same breaths – “do you know it?”