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“Not tonight,” he whispered as he climbed onto the bed and pressed his lips against mine. “You need to rest. Growing a baby requires lots of rest.”
I wasn’t sure what had come over him or why he had driven hours to get to my place, completely rejecting all the things he had to do today, but I was too tired to argue with him. Too tired to contemplate what was going on.
It was best just to wait till morning, and as I snuggled into the crook of his arm, I felt a sense of safety pass over me I hadn’t had before. A sense of security that made my heart warm, and my mind clear of the fog it once held before.
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I wasn’t sure what time it was when I finally woke up, but the streams of filtered sunlight streaming through my curtains let me know it was morning. Stretching in my bed, I glanced around, realizing I was alone. I was almost certain Neal had been here with me…. Did I dream up the entire thing?
Sliding from the bed, I made my way towards the bathroom to freshen up, and as I stepped inside, I saw his toiletry bag on the counter. I hadn’t dreamt the entire thing. Neal had really come to me in the middle of the night… but where was he?
Finishing in the bathroom, I made my way downstairs, only to stop halfway gazing into the living room where Neal sat with a cup of coffee and his laptop. He was typing away intently, his eyes never looking up, and it amazed me how he could have passed for a college student himself.
“Good morning,” I said softly, causing his eyes to gaze up at me from his laptop, a smile spreading across his face before he quickly stood up and cleared the space between us.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said as he pressed his lips against mine. “Are you hungry? I made pancakes.”
“You cooked?” I asked with a wide grin and a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, Becca. I can cook.”
Rolling his eyes, he smirked at me as he made his way towards the kitchen and quickly plated me up some food. I wasn’t honestly sure how to react to this because I had never seen him act like this before. “Are… you okay?”
“Yeah, why?” he chuckled. “Do I look like something is wrong?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I smiled at him. “You drove hours to get here in the middle of the night, Neal. Can you blame me for thinking that something is wrong?”
He hesitated his movements before slowly turning to slide the plate of food towards me. There was no way he couldn’t see what I was talking about, and as his eyes met mine, I knew he knew it. “I just wanted to see you.”
He was hiding something, but whatever it was lurked beneath his gaze. As if he wanted to tell me, but was unsure if he could. Reaching across the counter, I placed my hand upon his and smiled at him. “I’m glad that you came, because I missed you. But I can tell there is something else going on… just know that when you’re ready to tell me, I’m here to listen.”
Neal’s face went blank for a moment before clearing his throat. “Do you want orange juice?”
Changing the subject.
“Yeah sure. That sounds great.”
Watching him walk around the kitchen, I dug into the food he’d made and was surprised how great it tasted. Lately I was lucky if I could manage a few bites of food with this morning sickness, and yet I was able to clear my entire plate.
“So I think we should talk about something,” Neal finally said, speaking up after moments of silence. “We need to talk about us–about the baby–the future.”
I hadn’t been expecting him to walk to talk about these kinds of things. As far as I knew, we weren’t together, and the baby wasn’t his. It was mine. So hearing he wanted a future or wanted to talk about the future confused me.
“Okay…” I replied hesitantly as he walked around the bar. Slowly, I turned on the bar stool, only to find his hands resting on the sides of my thighs as he stood between my legs.
“I know James may be the father of your child, Becca. But I don’t want you to feel like that means we can’t be together if you want to be with me.”
His admission took me aback. We had never talked about being together in full detail before, but hearing him say this touched me and brought tears to my eyes. “We aren’t even technically together.”
Smooth, Becca. I internally groaned at myself.
“Yeah, I know.” He smiled sweetly, “but I want us to be.”
With parted lips, I gasped. “You do?”
“Yes.” His hands slid over the side of my face gently. His body leaned into mine as he brushed his lips against me. “I spent a few days away from you, and I realized I didn’t like it. I want to spend everyday with you.”
I had waited forever for someone to say these things to me. None of the guys I had ever been with made me feel the way Neal did, and even though a part of me wanted to jump at the opportunity, I knew I couldn’t rush into things.
It wasn’t just me I had to think about now.
“I want that, too, but I don’t want to rush things. We need to make sure that this is what we really want. I don’t want either of us to think down the road that we should have waited.”
My words sounded almost like a rejection, which wasn’t what I was trying to do, but I didn’t want him to think I would jump right in with two feet.
To my surprise, though, he smiled at me as he kissed me again. “I thought you might say something like that, and I agree. We can take things slow and see how it goes. But I want you close always… if you accept that.”
“What do you mean?” Furrowing my brows, I tried to understand what he was saying. The statement having been able to mean a lot of things confused me.
“I’m saying that I want you to move to New York to live with me after you’re done with exams.”
“What?!” I exclaimed with shock. “Neal, I have to do my—” Holding his hand up, he cut me off and smiled.
“I know. You have to do your internship and you will.” He smirked. “You will be my intern. I actually need help in that department anyway, and you will have your own office. Be close enough to me, and you can even travel with me overseas.”
The offer was something I hadn’t been expecting, and honestly, it was an amazing offer.
He wasn’t trying to rush things, but he was also allowing us to spend more time together while also taking my schooling into consideration. I knew very well James, at one point, had offered for me to go down there, but I also knew that he wouldn’t have actually let me intern.
At least with Neal, he would let me do my job.
He knew how important my education and future was to me.
“Promise me you won’t try to pay for everything all the time? That you will still let me be independent?”
Soft laughter escaped him as he cupped my chin, pulling me closer. “I wouldn’t change who you are for the world, Rebecca.”
“Okay… let’s do it.”
James
Just over a week later, Tally and the baby were finally home. The child was stronger than we could all imagine and pulled through regardless of being a few weeks early. We had been worried, though, that it would be weeks before he would come home, but he surprised us all. The doctor said it was a miracle; however, I knew it was the Valentino genes.
During the time Tally was in the hospital with the baby, I took the opportunity to get the nursery set up in my home. It wasn’t what Tally initially wanted, but after I explained to her, this was the best way for her to get help, she agreed.
I had even gone through a list of people to find the right nanny to help Tally with the transition to becoming a mother, something she finally had admitted to me she was terrified of failing at.
It was a common thing, though, for new mothers to worry about this, and after a lot of reassurance and finally being home, she was more confident with everything.
Standing in the nursery’s doorway, I watched Tally rock her baby back and forth. A soft tune came from her lips as she smiled down at him. It was a beautiful sight, and I still had a hard time coming to grips with my little baby having her own baby.
Turning, her eyes met mine, and she smiled at me. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Not long,” I chuckled. “You look like you’re doing better with everything.”