Falling for the Babysitter

Chapter 23

I crack the window. It’s far too stuffy in here with us breathing the same air.

“I hate this song,” she says and turns off the radio, leaving us in awkward silence.

Her hand is draped over the steering wheel, her mouth a hard set.

“Who’s the father?” she blurts out.

I lean my head against the window, trying not to get sick. The last thing I want to tell her is who the father is. It won’t take her long to figure out seeing as I have no friends and the only place I ever want to be is next door.

“Is it Deacon?” she finally asks.

As much as I want to, it’s too late to deny it. She’ll find out eventually. I just wanted him to be the first to know.

I nod.

Remy. You were supposed to watch his kid.

not actually sorry. I knew what I was getting myself into when Deacon and I hadn’t used protection, and he knew too. This wasn’t an accident like

come back to haunt me. I’d hoped those

you know about my

weren’t very subtle, always going outside to watch him whenever he was around—not that you were any different than the other women in the neighborhood. We were

mom crushing on the man who is now potentially the

My stomach is in knots. Not only because of the morning sickness and my mom and Sam’s judgment, but also because I need to tell Deacon. I just hope he meant what he said about filling me

hate it when my mom is disappointed

to end up a single mom like me. It’s difficult raising a child on your own and at such a

nothing like Dad. He’ll help me raise this

makes me unreasonably happy even though I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up. There could

can you be so sure he’ll help out?” my mom asks. “He already has an infant to take

down at my hands, braid my fingers

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