Baby, You're Mine (Yeah, Baby Book 1) by Fiona Davenport Read Free Book Online Page A

bring you decaf coffee instead? All the flavor with none of the lead.”
    “Fine,” I sighed, complaining to Wyatt after she walked away. “The whole point of coffee is the caffeine.”
    “Baby,” he replied like it was a complete answer. I guessed it kind of was, at least until I had a pregnancy book in hand which said I could have a cup of coffee without hurting the baby.
    “Don’t be a smartass.”
    “Better than a dumbass,” he shot back.
    Gah! Winning with this man was impossible. “Just so long as you don’t think this means I’m going to start letting you make all my decisions for me.”
    He reached underneath my chair and scooted it closer to his, wrapping an arm around my shoulder once I was near enough. “I’ll try my best to not steamroll over you, but I’m going to have a say in your life from now on.”
    I bit my tongue, wanting to argue but knowing it wasn’t fair. To a certain extent, what he’d said was true. I was pregnant with his baby, which meant we were going to be connected forever, regardless of what happened between the two of us in the future. “I’ll listen to your input,” I conceded.
    “Good.” He nodded. “Because we need to talk about your living arrangements, and I have a lot of input I’d like to provide.” He practically spat out the word ‘input,’ making his distaste for my word choice clear. “Starting with the fact that I want you to move here permanently.”
    “I’m not sure I’m ready yet.”
    He didn’t let me finish my response. “I wasn’t done yet, Bailey.” His arm slid off my shoulder, and he turned me so we were facing each other. “When I say ‘here,’ I don’t mean this town, and not your dad’s place either. I want you under my roof so I can watch my baby grow in your belly, to be with you every step of the way.”
    I dropped my head against his chest and groaned. “How am I supposed to argue with you when you say such sweet things?”
    “You aren’t. It’ll be much easier if you just go along with everything I want.”
    My head jerked back up at the sound of plates being set down on the table. “Don’t go tricking the girl into agreeing to something when she’s dying of hunger.” The waitress shook her finger at him before turning her attention to me. “Go ahead and fill your belly so you can think straight before you tell him you’ll do whatever he wants.”
    Saved by the food. Our conversation halted while I stuffed my face, eating all the food I’d ordered plus the fruit Wyatt had insisted on getting me. It gave me some time to mull things over, and I was ready to discuss things a little more rationally once I’d satisfied my hunger.
    “When I came to Nebraska, it was only supposed to be for the summer. I wanted the chance to get to know my dad and brother, but I always planned to go back home before the school year started. I have a job and a home there waiting for me.”
    “That may be true, but you have a family and the father of your baby here for you,” he pointed out.
    I gripped his hand, lacing my fingers through his while I searched for the right words to make him understand. “For so long, it was my mom and I against the world. Now she’s gone and I have a family.” I paused, my hand dropping to my belly. “A growing one at that, but I’m not ready to let go of the house I spent my entire childhood in. It’s the last tie to my mom and I’m not prepared to sell it and walk away.”
    “I’m not asking you to give up your mom’s house,” he murmured, resting his hand on mine. “We can keep it for family vacations, let our kids see what your childhood was like. Hell, we can spend the entire summer there each year if you’d like. I’m an architect, and my own boss since I own the firm. I can work from wherever I want with a mobile office, and the place I most want to be is by your side.”
    “There you go with the sweet again,” I sighed, considering all that he’d said. The thought of returning to