Plan B (Best Laid Plans #2)(22)

"Fair enough," I agree with a nonchalant shrug, because I was joking. I think. I mean, I am curious about the arranged marriage sex but I was joking about England.

I stare at the view of Philadelphia while I think. "I have a conference to go to this week."

"I'm not suggesting that I'll keep you here as a captive. Or expecting you to give up anything for me. Other than moving in. I'll need you to move in with me. Here."

"Oh."

"And I'll give you my phone number. I can even add you to my plan if you like."

"I have a phone plan. I told you, I'm not broke. Or helpless. I can take care—"

"Of yourself," he finishes. "I know."

We stare at each other for another long pregnant pause. Pun intended.

"You could add me to your Netflix account though, if you wanted to be helpful. I've been using an ex-boyfriend’s account since like, college. It's probably not appropriate anymore, considering."

"Agreed," Kyle says. And I don't miss the narrowing of his eyes at the mention of my illicit Netflix account. At least I assume that's what annoys him. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't even his Netflix account, it was probably his parents’ account. Either that or Kyle's having some kind of prehistoric reaction to planting his seed, but caring about some loser I dated in college is a real waste of his time.

"You can't even be sure this baby is yours. We don't even know each other. You don't know anything about me."

"We'll get a DNA test. I know a guy."

"You know a guy? Do you hear yourself? How many women have you knocked up that you've got a guy on standby to run paternity tests?"

"Just you. And relax, the guy is my cousin."

"That's not actually reassuring in any way." I drop my head onto the dining room table. "This is quite possibly the worst plan ever created. Ever, ever. And I'm the queen of making bad plans."

"Have a little faith, Daisy. I'm an expert at making good plans."

I grunt at the table.

"We have nothing in common," I protest.

"We have one great big thing in common, and we're going to have it in common for the rest of our lives."

Well, he has a point.

"We have chemistry. You know that we do."

I'm aware. It's how the thing we have in common came to be.

"Try to remember when you liked me," he adds.

"I don't dislike you now," I tell the table, then raise my head to glare at him a little. "But that doesn't mean that I like you, either. Just so you know."

"That's fine," he agrees, as if liking each other is irrelevant. "Just think about it."





10





Daisy





"I have things to do today," I remind Kyle as we walk into the hospital the next morning. I don't really. My conference doesn't start until tomorrow, I'm just a little anxious about being in a hospital with Kyle. I'm not even sure why I feel this way, maybe because I simply hadn't envisioned any scenario where we would be doing anything baby-related together.

"Luke said this won't take long," he assures me. "Then I'll drop you back at my place." His place, because I've checked out of the Marriott and into Hotel Kyle. It was either that or continue to wear his sister’s clothing because Kyle wasn't letting me out of his sight until we'd resolved a few things. Like agreeing to marry him.

We stop for Kyle to look at a hospital directory and I'm slightly mollified that he doesn't seem to know the route to his cousin’s office. Reassured that he's not found himself in this position before, with a random woman he's knocked up.

We walk in silence, not touching, much in the way you'd imagine two people who don't know each other all that well might walk beside one another. Kyle's dressed for work in a suit and tie. I'm dressed for a day of blogging in a pair of leggings and a T-shirt that says “I’m here for the drummer.”

I like the tie.

I like him.

I think.

Dammit.

This is all so confusing. My life has been turned upside down since the moment I met him and I don't know up from down anymore. Also, I'm moody as fuck, which isn't helping anything.

We find the office Kyle's looking for in what appears to be a medical office wing of the hospital. I'm not paying all that much attention because I figure this is more his thing than mine. Once inside Kyle steps up to the receptionist while I take a seat. It's just past nine in the morning and there are already two other women in the waiting room. One is visibly pregnant and alone, sneaking quick glances at Kyle as he sits beside me, and I imagine what she's thinking. That I'm lucky. Lucky that my husband/boyfriend/partner cares enough to accompany me to my appointment.

If she only knew.

Don't be jealous of me, I want to tell her. I'm here with my one-night-stand baby daddy who wants to put a ring on it like it's 1965.

Nothing to be envious of here. Move along.

The door beside the receptionist opens and a tall hot guy in a white lab coat is calling out to Kyle with a huge grin. Oh, fuck my life, that's Kyle's cousin? When he said his cousin was a gynecologist I was picturing an old pudgy dude in his fifties or sixties. Kyle's doctor cousin is hot. Worse, he's forties hot. You know the type? Still super fit with all their hair, but über-confident in their skin and like they know a thing or twenty?