Perfection (Neighbor from Hell #2)(79)

"Your eviction notice, what else?" he asked in a bored tone as he headed for the kitchen.

"You can't evict me!"

"Looks like I just did," he said, gesturing to the paper.

"There are procedures you have to go through first. You cannot just post an eviction notice to my door and change the locks!" she snapped, slapping the notice on the kitchen island.

"True, but going through the courts to get you evicted would take too much time and money. I figured it would just be easier to leave a notice and change the locks," he said, before adding with a one shoulder shrug, "and cheaper."

Her eyes narrowed on him dangerously as her face took on an interesting shade of crimson. She noticeably took a deep breath to calm down and it probably didn't help when he grinned. She was just so damn cute when she looked ready to kill him.

She stuck her hand out towards him in silent demand. "There's no need to evict me since I already told you that I'm moving out so give me a copy of the key," she said evenly and he could tell by the way her eyes kept darting down his leg that she was thinking about kicking him.

"I'm sorry, Zoe. I just can't do that. I'm already using it for storage," he said, wondering how much longer it would be until she gave into the need to attack him.

"You're using it for storage? How the hell can you do that with all my stuff in there?" she demanded, her voice rising as her little hands curled into fists by her side.

"I needed the space," he said with a shrug.

"For what?" Did her eyes just dart to the butcher block?

Since he really didn't feel like spending the night in the hospital he decided to take pity on her and just let her know the new arrangement, besides all her violent little thoughts probably weren't good for the baby.

Baby.

He still couldn't believe that he was going to be a father. Truth was he hadn't been sure that he wanted to have kids. He didn't want to pass down his problems to a child or have to deal with any of the bullshit that came from having a family, especially if it didn't work out and things ended in divorce. He never wanted to be responsible for giving his kid the kind of pain his father gave him even unintentionally.

With Zoe as his child's mother he would never have to worry about it, not that he planned on letting her go, but he knew without a doubt that she'd kick his ass up and down the street if she thought even for a moment that he somehow let their child down.

After the slight panic attack he had after Jason calmly explained what Zoe's prescriptions were for, he realized that he was actually pretty excited about having a family with Zoe. She was so damn sweet, attentive, kind and he loved her. He couldn't wait to have babies with her. Once he convinced his cousins and uncles to get off of him and let him up off the floor he started making plans.

Sure Zoe was probably going to get pissed and she wouldn't talk to him for a few days or weeks, but this really was for the best and when she realized that she would no doubt thank him for taking care of everything.

"Well, since you moved in here I really didn't have much choice but to move my stuff in there," he pointed out.

"Moved in with you? What the hell are you talking about?" she asked, but he saw the moment she realized that all of her kitchen belongings were now in his kitchen. Of course he made sure to use her stuff and box his shit up to make her happy, which she'd probably appreciate once she stopped scowling.

"I did tell you that my family was over here last night. It took a few hours and the guidance of Haley and my aunt, but I think we did a pretty good job," he said, glancing around the kitchen.

"Please tell me you're kidding and that you really didn't move my stuff in here," she mumbled as she looked around the kitchen as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing, which was kind of insulting since he'd worked pretty damn hard to make the kitchen "cute" for her. Did she not see the matching puppy dog oven mitts that he bought for her?

"Of course I did." He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a Coke for himself and a bottle of apple juice for her. When she only frowned down at the juice he explained, "You can't have caffeine while you're pregnant."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't want juice. I want you to put all of my stuff back into my apartment."

"Why would I do that?" he asked, frowning as he stepped past her and headed into the living room where his boys were lounging in front of the couch.

"Gee, I don't know," she said, storming into the living room after him. "Maybe because I never told you that I wanted to move in here or perhaps because I ended things with you and I believe I told you that I was moving out. Take you pick, Trevor, but put my stuff back in my apartment."

"First off," he said, pausing to finish off his soda, "I believe you cried tears of joy when I asked you to move in." When her mouth dropped open in stunned disbelief he decided to continue and press his luck. "Secondly, I really don't remember you ending things and I really think I would have remembered that," he said, deciding that Jason's theory was correct and it didn't count if a woman was pissed when she did it. The man was a Harvard grad after all so who was he to argue with the man's logic?

"Are you serious?" she demanded. "I broke things off with you yesterday and you damn well know it!"