A Bundle of Joy 2: The Baby Proposal (BWWM Interracial Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

baby will need me.”
    “Yes, that’s true. ” Selene smiled. “Have you started thinking about names, yet?”
    Meg glanced around at the Carnival pink gypsum walls, and then at the Spanish-white tiled floor, as if searching for answers there. “We’ve discussed a few possibilities.” She fumbled with the clasp of her handbag that she’d placed beside her on the chair. “So…is everything all right then?”
    Something wasn’ t right. Selene’s mind searched for answers to explain Meg’s behavior. “Yes, the baby is fine. I’ve another checkup soon. Will I see you there?”
    “Yes …yes, of course.” Meg glanced at her watch and grimaced. “Oh, my dear, I forgot that I have an appointment at the salon.” She rose to her feet.
    “Are you all right, Meg?”
    “Of course, I am.” Meg glanced at her watch again. “I better get going.” She hustled towards the door.
    “Meg?”
    Meg stopped in mid-stride. “Yes?”
    “You forgot this.”
    Meg pivoted slowly around, and her eyes widened when she saw what Selene held out to her.
    “Thank you.” Ears reddening, two spots of color appearing high on her cheeks, she took the handbag she’d forgotten on the chair. “I’m so scatterbrained sometimes.” She chuckled nervously.
    Selene saw her out .
    Something’s up with Meg . I wonder what it is?
    Still, she couldn’t waste time thinking about Meg . She had bigger worries. Selene returned to the kitchen table where she’d set up her laptop. She began typing out her résumé for the job openings she’d earmarked. The sooner she got a job, the better it would be. Work would keep her mind off the impending birth. Selene looked forward to resuming her life after the baby was born. Maybe when she had a job, she might even be able to afford to go to a salon and pamper herself for a few hours. A new haircut? Perhaps, a massage?
    She could hardly wait to get back on her own two feet again .
     
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    Triston surveyed his bedroom. He’d put his nervous energy to good use by making his room completely spotless. The bed had hospital corners, the floor didn’t have a single dust bunny, and his closet was completely organized in military fashion. All that organizing hadn’t done a single thing to ease his thoughts. It was time go for a run. That was something that always helped to ease his stress.
    Ever since he’d come ba ck from Selene’s apartment, he’d been unable to concentrate on anything else. She’d moved on. That thought filled him with dread. But it was something that he should’ve anticipated. After all, he was the one who’d left her. They’d had no contact in the past six years. It was unconceivable that she would’ve waited for him for that long.
    He reminded himself that it was important to put the past behind him.
    After getting out of his house, Triston began to run. He would run for a while and get the nervous energy out of his system. He was slowly healing, figuring out how to get his shattered life back together. He’d survived for three years in the desert dodging bul lets; he would survive this, too.
    After he reached the park, he entered the gate and picked up pace. The sheer exhilaration of the physical exercise drove all thoughts from his mind. He enjoyed the cool wind on his sweaty body, but as the minutes slipped by, his thoughts drifted back to Selene. No matter how hard he ran, Triston couldn’t escape the thought that he’d made the wrong choice with Selene. He should’ve persuaded her to wait for him, convinced her to marry him. If he’d pushed harder, she would’ve listened to him because she’d loved him. If there was one thing he was sure about, it was that she’d loved him with the same passion with which he loved her.
    But now, it was too late. She was with someone else, and she was happy.
    After an hour’s run, Triston made his way back home. He took a shower, changed his clothes, and opened the fridge to consider the possibilities for dinner. He had a