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

my hometown three months pregnant and alone except for my best friend was daunting. It wasn’t what I wanted for myself, and it sure as heck wasn’t what I wanted for my baby. Especially not when Wyatt was offering me the perfect solution. “I’ll call the school and see if they’ll give me a leave of absence due to the pregnancy. If I’m going to spend the next year—“
    “More like the rest of your life,” he interrupted.
    I glared at him. “—here, then I’ll need to go back and get some of my personal items and mementos I left back home. Clothes won’t be an issue since I’m going to need a whole new wardrobe anyway due to the pregnancy.”
    “I’ll drive you out and load the truck myself if it means I’m moving it all into my house.”
    “Then I guess you have a deal,” I agreed. “But don’t think for a second that I’ve forgotten how you called me your fiancée at the doctor’s office yesterday. I might have agreed to move in with you, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”
    “Maybe not yet,” he replied, a smug grin on his face because he knew he’d won this round. “But I’m going to do whatever it takes to make it happen before you give birth to my child, and that’s a promise you can take to the bank.”
    I felt like the gauntlet had been thrown down, but there was no way I was going to pick it up. It was a challenge I was pretty sure I couldn’t win, not against the man who’d gotten me in his bed the first night we’d met. The same man who’d managed to knock me up the second time I’d ever had sex. And he’d been able to talk me into leaving the town where I’d grown up to move halfway across the country. He was persuasive, to say the least. Plus, if I was brutally honest with myself, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to win.

Chapter 8
Wyatt
    I loaded one last box into my truck, shut the tailgate, secured the tarp, and returned to the house. We’d been in California two days gathering up Bailey’s belongings. At first, she’d only packed another suitcase and a small box, as though she was coming back for an extended visit. I didn’t let her get away with that. She may not have fully come to terms with it yet, but this was no longer her home. I started packing up her bedroom while she huffed in annoyance and stormed off. Taking my time, I worked slowly, waiting. Sure enough, not twenty minutes later, she stalked back into the room and shouldered me aside muttering that I was doing it all wrong.
    I laughed and held up my hands in surrender until she gave me direction and we got to work. We completed the room the next day and she asked me to stack all of the boxes in a corner. I did as requested, but when she went to dinner with her best friend, I loaded it all into the back of the truck. I’d insisted on staying in a hotel, not wanting her to be cleaning up after us in addition to packing, so she didn’t return to the house that night. I managed to keep her distracted enough that she didn’t notice the boxes this morning as well and now I was ready to get on the road.
    It was early afternoon and we’d be able to go a good distance before pulling off for the night. I didn’t like having her sitting in the car for such long stretches, but I wanted to get her home and settled even more. I planned to stop early enough to have a relaxed dinner and get a good night’s sleep, though. I was particularly dedicated to wearing her out so she wouldn’t have any trouble sleeping.
    I grinned to myself. Some nights, I collapsed before Bailey, she was insatiable. If this was how she would be every time she was pregnant, I was seriously considering keeping her knocked up for the next decade.
    Once I walked in the front door, I stopped and watched her as she wandered around the front room, her hand softly trailing along, touching mementos and furniture. Her face was wistful, her eyes full of sadness, and I wanted nothing more than to take away the pain of her past. After a