Page 64 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

“You still haven’t explained to me why you want to be with me.”

“I thought I did in the car earlier today. You're the one for me, Chelsea. I can feel it.”

“No, that’s not a good enough reason. You don’t even know me. All you know is that we have certain things in common and the physical chemistry is there, but that’s not enough to sustain a long-term relationship. And with a baby on the way, not to mention the fact that you’re one of my brother’s best friend, it’s just too complicated right now. Any relationship I get in would be complicated, and I just barely got out of a terrible one myself.”

He narrows his eyes. "From what I saw, it wasn’t much of a relationship, just an asshole taking advantage of your kindness and your soft heart.”

That kinda stings my pride because it highlights how stupid I was throughout that entire relationship, but he’s not wrong, so I swallow it down.

“I’m sorry,” he says instantly.

“For what?”

“I’m not sure, but I get the sense that I hurt you just then.”

How can he read me so easily?I swallow again and smile sadly. “You didn’t hurt me. It just hurt me recalling how stupid I was over Eric.”

“You weren’t stupid. You were giving, compassionate, and in love.”

“Yeah. Those are all nice words for stupid.”

“Don’t call yourself stupid. He’s the idiot for letting you go.”

“Anyway, that’s beside the point. The point is that I just got through a very traumatic breakup, and I’m not ready to date quite yet. Being pregnant on top of all that only complicates things and makes them harder, not easier. You get that, right?”

He stares at me for some time, then nods. "Unfortunately, I do. Though everything seems so simple to me, I like you, you like me, let’s date and see what grows out of that...it’s probably a lot more complicated for you."

"Exactly."

He smiles. "My brain has a way of simplifying human interaction to its most basic components and skipping out on a lot of nuance."

"Yup," I say. "This is probably all a part of the nuance."

“Great, we're in agreement,” he tells me. “So, I’ll wait.”

That surprises me. "That's not what I was saying."

"I know."

“I’m not asking you to wait for me."

"Yes, but you're worth waiting for."

"That..." I don't know what to respond to that. My heart just melts at the statement, and I lose my words.

God, I think I'm falling under his spell too, or the spell of whatever this inexplicable connection between us is. Because he's not the only one who feels it.

I feel it too.

“In the meantime," he continues. "We can be friends."

I smile gently. “Of course. If only for the fact that you have amazing taste in car music.”

He grins. I feel a wave of nausea again, and before I know it, he’s sweeping me off my feet and walking to the bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you relax," he says, and when my heart skips a beat, he grins at me with a twinkle in his eyes. “Don’t worry. We’ll keep it PG.Friend.”

I plan on hiding my pregnancy from my brother for as long as possible, but I have to admit that the men make it difficult.