A Partridge and a Pregnancy (Holiday Brothers, #3)

by Willa Nash

“And a partridge and a pregnancy.”

“Maybe you could fly out for some of the doctor’s appointments. And we can FaceTime.” “FaceTime. You want me to be a father through FaceTime.”

The idea of her sleeping on the floor, living like a transient, set my teeth on edge. She couldn’t stay here. Not like this.

Haha my new found word!

Why couldn’t she see how much sense we made? How good our life could be? How good we were together? I was a fucking fool. She’d leave me again. Just like she had before. This time, with my child.

“Why hasn’t he asked us to stay?” I whispered, sliding a hand across my belly. The baby didn’t have an answer. Neither did I.