Make Me Sin (Bad Habit, #2)

by J.T. Geissinger

“You’re pregnant?” I nod, wiping tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand. He inhales, lashes fluttering, then whispers, “You’re carrying my child? We’re having a baby?” I nod again, breaking out into a slightly hysterical laugh. His grip on my wrist loosens. He opens his hand, reaching out for my face. I lean down, much more carefully this time, and press a soft kiss to his lips. His eyes close. His fingers stroke my cheek, tracing my jawline. “Well, then. I guess this won’t be the only surgery I’ll be having this month.” Hope surges through me. I stare at him, waiting, not daring to speak. Faintly, he says, “I don’t know if they can get it all; it’s too big now. They said I only have a few months left. But it might buy me more time.” “But . . . Heavenly . . . she said . . . she said if they take out the tumor that you’d go blind.” His lashes lift, and he looks at me with so much love and adoration my heart swells until it feels like it will burst. He whispers, “Small price to pay to hear someone call me ‘Daddy,’ don’t you think?” My supply of tears is inexhaustible, because here they come again. “If you wanted to be called Daddy, I would’ve happily obliged!”