A Bundle of Joy 1: Baby Wanted (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Roxy Wilson Page A

stomach flipped and flopped, and she clutched her fingers together in front of her. Her foot bounced up and down and she couldn’t make it stop. There was no easy way out of this. She just needed to get it out there, and then they could talk about it. Six little words, that’s all. She leaned forward and searched his face, but her conviction didn’t slip an inch. This was still the perfect solution. She just had to tell him. “I want to have a baby.”
    “You will, just give it time.”
    “No. Not eventually. I mean right now.”
    Sean’s eyes widened and he slipped into the chair next to her and drew her into his arms. “What happened to bring this on?”
    The tightness in her chest loosened and Heather took a breath. She finally looked at Sean. Had she never noticed that cleft in his chin? He wasn’t unattractive, but she’d always considered him a friend. He always had plenty of dates, so someone thought he was cute. And Heather didn’t want to date him, just borrow some of his swimmers.
    The waiter arrived and asked for their order but Sean waved him away. He scanned Heather’s face then cradled her head beneath his chin, holding her tight. She felt so protected and safe that she didn’t want to move. A need thrummed deep in her chest. This was how she wanted her baby to feel, all the time and from the very first moment. Heather would ensure that her child knew nothing but unconditional love and how very, very important he or she was to her. Always. She sighed in contentment and her eyelids dropped closed.
    “I’m ready. Haven’t you ever known when the time was just right for something? I’m done waiting.”
    “Let’s go to my place.” His voice vibrated beneath her cheek and she could swear he trembled, like he was nervous or something. “We need to talk.”
    Heather struggled against him. “I have to go back to work.”
    “Not after dropping that little bomb.” The tone of his voice left no room for argument and he helped her stand. Heather glanced apologetically at the waiter. Her stomach rumbled again and Sean dug his phone out of his pocket. He didn’t let go of Heather while he ordered Chinese up to his apartment.
    Inside his place, Sean helped Heather with her jacket, and then he led her to the couch. Confusion and strain still lined his face, but he smiled at her as they sat down. Carefully, he picked up one of her hands and drew it into his lap.
    “Tell me what’s going on, Heather.”
    She sighed and sagged into the back of the couch. His hold on her fingers felt nice. “It’s just time, you know. I’m ready. I’m past ready. My biological clock is ticking and I want a baby, but there’s nothing but jerks out there for me to date.”
    “You do seem to be able to pick the single jerk out of a room full of men.”
    “I know, right? That’s why I’m done trying to choose. Think about all the horrible dates I’ve gone on. I for sure, don’t want to give any of those guys an opportunity to pass their crap genes on.”
    “What about Steve? That seemed to be going well.”
    Heather laughed tightly. “Yeah, two years well, until he decided that the waitress from Leggo’s was too cute to resist.”
    “Ouch. Sorry. I always wondered what happened and you never wanted to talk about him.”
    Come on, Heather, it’s time to get this thing over and done with. It’s no use delaying it any longer.
    “I want to have your baby.”
    She’d never seen anyone’s jaw drop before, but Sean’s did. All the color drained from his face and he tugged at the collar of his shirt. Then he chuckled. “Well, thanks. I didn’t get you anything.”
    Heather dropped her gaze and fiddled with the crease of her pants.
    “Heather?”
    She fought the burn of tears and looked at Sean.
    “Heather, are you serious?” It looked like he finally realized she wasn’t kidding. Sean stared so intently at Heather that she squirmed beneath his scrutiny.
    She swallowed and nodded.
    Sean pulled her tight