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

against his side. “What happened? Tell me what’s going on. There’s nothing that we can’t solve together—without going to this extreme. Everything will be fine. It will be fine. Just tell me what’s going on.”
    She stared at the top button of his shirt, unable to look at him. “I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking and I really want to have a baby.”
    Sean clasped her hand. “That’s fine babe, but don’t you think you’re rushing into something?”
    She shook her head. “I’m not rushing. I’ve taken too long getting to this decision already. I’m almost forty and risks increase drastically at that age, and I can’t wait to meet Mr. Right anymore. I don’t need a man to have a baby.”
    He laughed. “Well, you kind of do.”
    “Not true. I could get a sperm donor—”
    Sean’s grip tightened on her fingers.
    “But I don’t want to go that route. I’d rather the baby’s father be someone I know and trust.”
    “What about the dry cleaner? He’s always been pretty trustworthy.” Sean turned her hand over in his lap and traced the lines on her palm.
    This was so like him: joking the stress away when the topic got too close to discussing something that was scary or might require him to reveal his fears. He was good at helping Heather work through hers, but quick to change the subject if it got to close to any of his.
    “For starters, he’s eighty-three, so I’m not sure he’s willing or able to help me out of this bind. And second, you’re the guy I want.”
    Warm chills spread through Heather as Sean’s fingertip stroked the sensitive valleys of her upturned palm. Normally she’d have yanked her hand away when her body started reacting that way to Sean. This time, she forced herself to enjoy the feeling and focused on trying to convince Sean that not only was this a good idea, but she’d given it a lot of thought—and had made a ridiculous number of pro/con lists. He was her choice. Her best choice.
    Sean’s gaze dropped to her hand. “I think that’s a bad idea.”
    Heather shook her head vehemently. “I’ve worked this backward and forward. It’s perfect. We’re great together, we have the same interests—we’re the perfect combination. We know that we can get along fantastically without it being weird, so this should be the same way. Why do you think there’s a problem?”
    “I—” He linked their fingers and drew Heather’s hand up to his lips. “—I can hear how badly you want a baby, Heather, and I really do understand. I just think you should wait until you meet the right guy.”
    “You are the right guy, Sean. That’s what I’m trying to say. It’s been in front of me this whole time. I’m done dating. I want to have a baby. I’m ready. I’m not going to settle down with some chump just so I can cross another thing off my bucket list. This is perfect. We’re together all the time, so you could see the baby if you wanted, and I’ll know who the dad is. You’re smart, and good-looking, and charming. Those are all qualities I want my baby to have. I don’t want him or her to grow up to be a jerk.”
    Heather held her breath. Her eyes roamed over Sean’s features, trying to read his expression, trying to figure out if she was able to convince him to see things her way. He could be so stubborn sometimes.
    “I appreciate your confidence in my genes, but there’s no guarantee.”
    A sharp jolt raced through Heather’s body. No, no, no. I’m not going to make room for any negative thoughts. He mustn’t let me down. He can’t let me down. Not now. Not about this. I have to convince him that I have no other option.
    “You know what I’m saying, Sean. I want my kid to have the best possible start. I’ve dated a lot of good-looking guys, but there’s so much more I want to give my child. You’re so caring and gentle and wonderful. You’re thoughtful and sweet and hardworking. All of those things, Sean. This isn’t a snap decision for me.”