Page 107 of Bad Boy Neighbor

“I wish I had a brother. My sisters were too feminine and made me dress up in ballerina clothes.” Olly sighs.

I cover my mouth, hiding my laughter. “I know, Matilda showed me the picture. Pink really goes well with your skin tone.”

“Seriously, emancipation looks really good right now.”

We continue to watch them until I try to remember the date, so I can note it as baby number two’s birthday. Lana and Sebastian chose not to find out the sex of their baby. The harder I try to remember and count, a sinking feeling begins to creep in.

“Oh my God.” I jump off the sofa, racing toward the kitchen. The calendar is stuck to the refrigerator. My hands glide across it, counting the days.

“What’s wrong?” Olly yells from the sofa.

I shake my head, fighting off the distraction. “Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five?—”

“Okay, I think I know how to count,” Olly complains.

My eyes widen in shock, my head shaking as I struggle to say the words.

“I’m seven days late.”

Olly jumps from the sofa. “No…”

The adrenaline floods my system like it’s on an intravenous drip. My eyes stare widely at the calendar counting once again to prove my counting skills are wrong. Still thirty-five. My heart is ready to explode, yet I’m completely frozen to the spot.

“Come with me, quick.” Oliver pulls me into the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind us. He rips my blouse open and unlatches my bra.

“This is hardly the moment to have sex, the kids?—”

“You’re pregnant.”

“You’re trying to have sex with me?” I scold.

“I know your body with my eyes closed. The swell of your breasts.” He turns me around to face the mirror so I can see my reflection. Olly stands behind me, guiding his hand slowly beneath my breasts. They’re engorged. I hadn’t even noticed. “Baby, you’re expecting.”

“I’m pregnant…”

I hold onto the basin, desperately trying to control my breathing, but the panic attacks are coming hard and fast. The room is incredibly hot as Olly rubs the small of my back.

“Do you know what this means?” The surge of happiness consumes him as he turns me back around, his eyes shining with hope.

“No more sleep?”

I button my blouse on the verge of tears. I think I have it together until a lonesome one escapes, and the floodgates officially open.

His smile fades but still lingers only slightly. “Why are you crying?”

I shake my head. “Because two under two? I can’t do this.”

“There’s no I in team, baby. You don’t have to do anything alone. That’s why I’m here. Our best friends are next door. That’s why Ma and Pa come stay with us, and why Miles and the twins bought that beach house at Laguna Beach. We have the best support network anyone could ask for.”

Olly is right. We have everything we could possibly ask for. And now, we’re expecting another blessing. I smile through my tears, allowing Olly to open the bathroom door so we can go back to the kids.

“So, what does this mean?”

“Soccer team, Gabs!”

I shake my head, not welcoming the thought. “That’s like what, eleven kids? I don’t think so. You’re getting the snip after this.”

In his arrogant triumph, he narrows his beautiful green eyes with his lip tugged upward into a sinister smirk.

“Never, say never, baby.”

The End