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ELEVEN

HANNAH

I blow out a relieved breath. God, I’m glad I’m not carrying the weight of it all on my own anymore.

And as a bonus, I’m no longer wound up. That orgasm was fantastic.

“You’re pregnant?”

Daniel’s panicked voice brings me back to the present.

I shrug as I take my clothes from him. Though he gave me one hell of an orgasm, I, unfortunately, have to put this jersey back on. I can’t very well leave the building topless.

“Promise I’ll take this off as soon as we get back to my place, but for the time being, I need clothes.”

Once I’ve pulled it over my head, I turn in a slow circle, searching for a paper towel. I find none. What the hell? What kind of storage closet doesn’t have at least one random roll of paper towel? Other than an empty shelf, this one is completely bare. So with a sigh, I slip a foot into my pants. I’ll just have to walk around a bit sticky from Daniel’s cum. Things could be worse.

“Hannah.” His tone is more serious now, less dazed. “Look at me.”

I drag my eyes up to meet his, and at the shock written across his face, I wince. Poor kid looks the way I felt a few hours ago. “I’m sure you couldn’t have imagined I’d tell you something like that when you dragged me in here—it wasn’t what I expected when Jasper mentioned my period either?—”

He stumbles back. “You and Jasper?”

I have to force myself not to laugh. Boy, is he easy to rile up. It’s kind of adorable when he’s jealous.

Or it would be if we were actually doing that whole thing where he had any reason to be jealous.

We’re not, though.

He may be my baby daddy, but he won’t be my boyfriend.

Though it’s good to know that if I need to get my rocks off during this pregnancy, he can actually do the job.

“Jasper is just?—”

“If you say a friend,” Daniel grits out, stepping closer.

A laugh bubbles out of me. “A pain in the ass, and one I’m paid to deal with, at that. Definitely not a friend, nor someone I’ve fucked.” I press a hand to his chest and push him back. God, I need a little space to breathe. “Like I said earlier, you’re the last person I was with. Honestly, you’re the only person I’ve been with this year, so don’t go thinking you’re not the father?—”

Daniel’s eyes soften, his shoulders falling. “I would never.”

With a shrug, I straighten my waistband. “I would understand if you did. Plenty of guys would.”

He blinks like he’s trying to wrap his head around all the information, then sighs, as if resigned to the confusion. “How far along are you?”

My chest tightens at the thought. “I don’t actually know that I’m pregnant.”

Eyes wide, he snaps his head up. “What?”

I hold up a hand. “I haven’t taken a test yet. But I haven’t gotten my period since March so…”

I let the words hang between us.

“It’s May now. So we should go get a test.” The words are earnest, even.

I can’t help but shake my head, confused by how okay he seems. Yeah, he’s surprised, but he’s not freaking out. “We?”

“We did get into this together, right? So we should probably go to the store and confirm that we’re really in this together.”

Lips pursed, I study him. The boy with the messy hair, a cocky smirk, and one hell of a smolder. The man who flirts incessantly—with me and probably every other woman he comes across in Boston and during all his travels.

The playboy who earned that nickname fair and square.

And yet here he is, looking at me with a warmth in his eyes and kindness in his voice, offering to take me to the drugstore so he can be there for me while I take a pregnancy test.

“You’re not who I thought you were,” I say softly, heart aching. They’re probably some of the strongest words I’ve ever offered to anyone.

I don’t trust easily, and I’m rarely wrong in my judgments.

And in this moment, I hope I’m right in believing that Daniel Hall may not make the worst father after all.