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"Yeah, are you okay? Is it the baby?" he asked, getting to his feet to ’s fine I ondering if we could talk," she said hesitantly

"Yeah, of course we can," he said, sitting down and gesturing for her to join hi and pleading He’d do anything to make her see how i

So when she sat down, straddling his lap he was adently gripped her hps while she adjusted herself on his lap

"Is everything okay?" he asked quietly

Her shrug wasn’t exactly helpful

Sighing, he leaned back and waited patiently while she drew shapes over his bare chest and stomach After a few minutes she looked up as she chewed her bottom lip

"What is it?" he whispered

"I can’t cook," she blurted out

Fighting back a sured that out, baby If it really upsets you I’ class that you can enroll in"

"I guess," she said, going back to tracing shapes on his skin

"Is so you?"

"I also don’t like sports," she adn you up for football," he teased, earning a cute little glare

"I’m also not pretty and I--ow! What the hell was that for?" she deain

"You’re beautiful, Zoe, and you damn well know it," he bit out

"I’m plain, Trevor," she said simply

"No, you’reforward to steal a quick kiss "And if anyone says anything different I’ll beat the shit out of thehed heavily as she shifted on his lap and he did his danore it It had been a week since he touched her Seven nights and days filled with ice cold showers It wasn’t exactly his favorite pastiave it to heras long as they were beneath the same roof that is The minute she tried to leave all bets were off

"Is so possibilities through his head when she gave hiht occurred to hihtened hi to tell her, so to want to hear, but had a right to know

"Zoe, I have to tell you so around her hps to stop her fro away froht where she was until she calmed down, even as he prepared hiust he saw on his father’s face or the look of pity on his mother’s when they were told No matter what he wouldn’t allow her to leave until he explained things to her He didn’t want her to worry about their baby, but he also thought she should hear it fro relatives let it slip

"Trevor, what’s wrong?" she asked, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, pushing it off his forehead and reht keep it the length it was just so she could run her fingers through it He loved the way she touched hi a deep breath, he forced hi because it ht affect the baby one day, but I don’t want to freak you out"