Tutoring the Player (Campus Wallflowers #1)(84)

I move my head to lightly bite a nipple, and she jumps back and cups her boobs. “Ouch.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

“It isn’t your fault,” she says quickly. “I mean it is. I’m… I’m pregnant.”

“Say what now?” My gaze goes from her face to her tits, which I can’t stop staring at. Did they get bigger, or is that bikini just some sort of magical push-up wonder?

“I’m pregnant,” she says again, and this time it sinks in. Pregnant. Baby. Holy shit.

“We’re having a baby?”

She nods, that unsure smile still plastered on her face. “I know we were going to wait. I don’t know how it happened. I’m still on the pill, and I take it every day at the exact same time. Always right after we have morning sex. Every day, the same time.”

Happy laughter spills out of me. Yeah, sex every morning and most nights too might be the problem. I got an A in statistics and probability, after all. “This is amazing.”

“It is?”

I hug her to me and spin around. Then it all hits me, I mean really hits me, at once, and my stomach gets a little queasy. “Oh shit.”

I drop her and stumble back to sit on the side of the bathtub. “I’m going to be a father. I’m going to be responsible for a tiny, helpless human.”

“You’re going to be an amazing father. Just like you’re an amazing husband.” She squats down in front of me, and my gaze goes back to her boobs. It’s an unfortunate time to be noticing, I realize, but seriously.

“Did your boobs get bigger?”

“Right?” she asks and looks down at her chest. “They’re huge and so sensitive. I almost cried getting my sports bra off this morning after yoga. I thought I was dying or something, but apparently, it’s normal during pregnancy.”

“Pregnant.” I rest my hands on her hips and let my thumbs glide over her smooth stomach.

“Yeah. I just took five tests, to be sure. You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” I shake my head. “No, sweet Daisy. I’m anything but mad. I’m just stunned. Holy shit, baby, we’re having a baby.”

She slides onto my lap and hugs me around the neck.

“Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything? Oh man, we need to get stuff and paint the spare room. Oooh, we need a tree house and—”

She kisses me mid-sentence. A real smile finally pulls at her lips. “I’m great, and we have lots of time. How about today we go enjoy the party?”

“I can do that.” I stand, carrying her in my arms, out of our bedroom and downstairs.

“Jordan, I can walk,” she says as she clings to me.

I don’t set her down until we’re outside among our friends and my teammates. The music is loud, but I’m louder.

“We’re having a baby!” I yell over the noise in our back yard, and then I kiss my girl as everyone cheers and calls out around us.

Excitement and nerves pulse through me, but I’m not worried. With Daisy, I know life is always going to be sweet.