One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(80)

“You can stay with me.”

Guffaw number two.

“Hayden, don’t you think that would be awkward?”

“Why?” He looks genuinely confused.

“Uh, maybe because we’re not seeing each other anymore?”

“You broke it off. I never said I didn’t want to be in a relationship.”

Now I point at myself. “I broke it off? You’re the one who was traded. What the hell was I supposed to do? Wait around and have a long-distance relationship with a guy who’s on the road for half of fall and all of winter and spring? It would never work, Hayden. I didn’t have a choice, so I moved on.”

His hand retreats to his lap, my words apparently stinging him more than I expected. Does he think I mean Logan? That we’re together? Do I clarify that? “I would have tried to make it work.”

“I have no doubt.” Looking at my lap, my fingers locked together, I add, “But I wouldn’t have been able to make it work, and sometimes you just know. When I found out you were traded, I knew. We weren’t meant to be.” When I saw you’d moved on with another woman, I knew we were done. It still stings, but what can I do? Now he wants me to move, for what? To be the other woman he once fucked and knocked up? Why the hell would I want that?

Silent, there is tightness in his jaw with the way his cheeks pulse and his hands clench together. He’s not happy with my honesty, but I’m not about to string him on.

“That’s beside the point. You wouldn’t be alone in California. You would have me. And a job, I have a really good lead for you. Chris, the goalie on the team, his wife works in a doctor’s office, a family practitioner, and they’re looking for another nurse. It would be a better job, not on your feet all the time, pays well, and you would be in California, where I could help.” He sighs. “I wish we were in a different situation where I work your typical desk job and could be there for you whenever you need me, but unfortunately this is the best I can do. And I will do anything you need. Don’t want to live with me? Fine, I’ll get you an apartment across from mine. Need a doula or a mid-wife? Done. Need friends? I will fucking find some. I just . . .” He pauses his throat growing tight, my heart sputtering in my chest. “I want to be a part of this, Adalyn. I know I’m asking more than anyone should ask of another person, but please, please consider it. I don’t know how else to fix this, to not lose out one of the best things to ever happen to me.”

Shit . . .

“I can’t believe you’re moving.” Emma turns off the freeway toward the airport. “What am I going to do without you?”

I pat her arm. “You’ll be perfectly fine. You have Tucker.”

“But he’s a boy . . .”

“A hot one.”

Sighing as if she’s seen him for the first time, she nods. “So hot and so good in bed but still, you’re moving for your baby daddy. Who does that?”

“I have no clue.” I look out the window, reconsidering my decision. This is stupid, this is really stupid. But then again, when I talked to Chris’s wife, and they offered me the job after an hour-long conversation on the phone that included great benefits, maternity leave, good pay, and the ability to go home at four, how could I say no? Hayden found me a great place to live, because I refused to stay with him, and it’s decently priced too. A two-bedroom apartment on the second level overlooking a courtyard.

But my family, oh boy . . . they did not take it well. I told them about the pregnancy. My mom fainted, my dad grunted past his newspaper, my sister didn’t have much to say given the hard time she’s going through, and my brothers well, they stole my phone and tried to find out who the guy was. Thank God I have the thing password protected. When they asked why I was moving across the country to be closer to a guy I didn’t plan on dating, I told them it wasn’t about me, it was about the baby, and there was no option for him to move to me.

The only brother that was okay with the move was Sean, and I think that’s because he secretly wants to be an actor and could stay at my place while trying to pursue his dream.

Not going to happen.

I’ve seen his acting, and it’s pure crap. I love him, but it’s crap.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Emma asks, soft and concerned.

I nod, keeping my eyes fixed on the changing leaves outside my window. “Of course I’m having second thoughts. I would be concerned if I wasn’t. But I don’t know, Emma, I feel like I have to, like I need to give Hayden a chance to be the dad he deserves to be.”

Stopping at a light, Emma turns toward me and levels her glare. “Is there more to this you’re not telling me about? Do you . . . love him?”

“No.” I answer quickly, shaking my head. “I don’t plan on getting romantically involved with Hayden.”

“You don’t?” Emma quirks a brow in my direction. “This coming from the girl who was obsessed with him this past summer. You’re just . . . over him like that?”

“I have to be.” I suck in a deep breath. “I have to be over him, Emma.”

“Why?”

“Because”—I turn my gaze toward the window when Emma starts driving again—“when he was traded, when he left, it nearly destroyed me. He has his new life now, and well, I’m not part of that. I won’t allow myself to fall for him and then be destroyed by him again. I won’t let that happen.”