Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Maddox

Being in love and admitting it is life-changing. I’m happier, and it feels like a rock has been lifted off my chest. Breathing is easier.

I’m sweaty from running around on the field all day. Exhausted. Limbs shaking. Legs begging for a rest. It’s like every other day, but there is a difference-food isn’t on my mind. Michelle is.

She is standing up. I’m happy to see her, thrilled she stayed here for the entire duration of the practice.

Michelle is amazing.

She saw Jason tackle me, and the idiot took it too far. I ended up eating the dirt on the ground. And I can see the concern in Michelle’s eyebrows as I approach.

“Bet you’re going to cry to your girlfriend now,” Jason says from behind me when I take off my helmet. “Are you going to shed a couple of crocodile tears to get what you want?” Michelle is by my side instantly, ignoring Jason and instead focusing on me. A crease has formed between her eyebrows. “Did you hurt yourself? Any area that you want me to look at?”

“No, I’m totally fine…” I mutter, throwing down my helmet on the ground. All I want is a hug, but Michelle seems more interested in scanning my body for injuries.

Jason snorts when Michelle places her hands on me. I turn around to bark at him, but I fall silent when I notice Jason doesn’t smirk. He is pouting, and it looks like it’s from jealousy.

Ha-ha, could it be the damn sucker is wishing to find a girlfriend to call his own?

Sure looks like it.

I bend down and pretend to be more injured than I actually am to spite him. Michelle is stroking her hand over a bruise on my arm, and I meet Jason’s eyes when she doesn’t see me doing it. I’m a child, but Jason deserves it. I stick out my tongue to spite him.

“Oh-my-god, Maddox!” Michelle exclaims. “You have like the biggest bruise on your arm! How did you get that?” Jason’s eyes narrow, and my chest swells when I see his bubbling jealousy. I’m gloating. Yes, Michelle, feel sorry for me and touch me with your sweet, delicate hands. Help me make Jason realize being alone sucks.

“I will continue looking at you once we get to your place,” Michelle informs me and shudders at the wind. She rubs her arms up and down with her hands. “Is it just me, or is it cold today?”

“It’s cold today,” I grab my backpack and take out a clean, black hoodie before handing it to Michelle. “Wear this.”

“Oh, wow, thank you,” Michelle beams up at me while bringing it up and over her head. “You prepared yourself for everything. Thank you again. It’s super comfortable.”

“No problem.”

bought it with me for her sake. It would be embarrassing. I’m turning sappy, goddamn it. I’m

new outfit?” Michelle spins around in a circle. My hoodie reaches past her knees, and I try

Filled with expectations. “Just good?” “Yes, it suits you.” Laughter sips out through her lips. She is blushing yet comfortable enough to speak her mind, “It suits me? Wow, you’re such a liar, Maddox. It’s too big for me! I thought you would tell me if something looked bad on me! Not be the kind of guy to lie me straight up into my face… . Well,

barely see you down there, shorty. It’s hard to tell if it looks good or not. Is it a dress or a

entirely red in the face

“Honest.” I correct her.

shoves at my chest while laughing. “S-Shut up, you asshole! Don’t bring

a glimpse of my

“Ah,” I relent and tap her teasingly on the head. “You look adorable, Michelle. Really stinking cute. But then again, I shouldn’t speak. I’m an asshole, and you told me

kind

lift an eyebrow. “I must say you’re brave for insulting me.” “Please,” Michelle smiles up at me. “You’re

hunkering to meet her eyes.

Quit stalling. I’m expecting a hug here.” “Okay, okay. So bossy.” Michelle yelps and laughs delightfully when I pull her feet off the ground. I wrap my arms around her,

brilliant eyes meet mine. We haven’t really done anything remotely affectionate, so this is new. Her proximity is burning

supposed to get to first

like her, and we are

hundred times more

a smile

god, her awkwardness is infectious.

travel down from my shoulders to my biceps. She squeezes them

against my shoulder, her heart thumping fast in rhythm with mine. Gosh, what is happening to us? “I’m sorry…” Michelle says. She suddenly sounds

feel the same

I’ve just run a mile, even though I’m just hugging my girlfriend. I wonder if Michelle

Whatever.

Doesn’t matter.

a breath to sniff her hair as discreetly as I

from Rituals mixed with her own. I want