Shouldn’t I want to?

“What’s that look?” he questions, his eyes narrowing.

“Nothing.” I walk away from him and slip on my sandals that I took off at the door when I came in.

“Franny.”

“Are you ready?” I force a smile, and he looks at me with the same frown he had on his face last night.

“Talk to me.”

“Seriously, I’m fine.”

“Francisca,” he clips, and my chin jerks back in surprise.

I’ve never heard him sound annoyed or angry before. It’s a little scary, and for some crazy reason, it’s also kinda hot.

“Okay,” I give in because he’s obviously not going to. “I was just thinking that I should be the one researching things and looking up information. Shouldn’t I?”

“I think you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to, which is taking care of yourself.” He closes the distance between us and curls his hand around my jaw. “I’m not self-centered enough to believe that I was the only one caught off guard by the fact that you’re pregnant. And we’re a team now, so if you don’t feel like you can handle something, you can pass it over to me, and I’ll deal with it. Even if it’s just looking up shit online and giving you updates about what you might experience each month.”

My throat gets tight, and tears fill my eyes. For a guy who had no desire to be a dad, I have a feeling that he’s going to be a great one. “Okay.”

“Now, are you ready to experience some chaos firsthand?” His eyebrows lift in question.

“I hope so.”

“I’ll be there with you.” He leans down, touching his lips to my forehead, then opens the door while calling for PJ to come with us.

After getting on the elevator, he presses the button for the third floor, and what seems like only a second later, the doors open back up. Even before we reach the apartment at the end of the hall, I can hear the sound of kids laughing, people talking, and music playing. It sounds like happy chaos… but chaos all the same.

“You okay?” He takes my hand, and I tip my head back to look up at him.

I’m pretty sure I’d be okay in any situation if I were with him.

“Yeah.”

When we reach the door, he doesn’t knock. He pushes it open, and PJ ducks behind us to hide. But to my surprise, as a big dog that looks like a wolf saunters toward us, he forgets all about being scared and hops toward it excitedly.