Aaron glanced up at Keeley blankly. She was rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet with her hands clasped behind her back. The picture of nervousness.
The pieces of the puzzle clicked together in that moment and his eyes immediately jumped to her completely flat stomach. "You mean you're…"
He couldn't bring himself to say it. It was too fantastical to believe. Keeley had taken the morning after pill—he had seen the box it came in sitting in the recycling bin. She had told him it would be a one-time deal and he had accepted it at face value.
She nodded, gauging his reaction cautiously. A bunch of emotions flitted across his face in a second. Confusion. Fear. Disbelief. Sorrow. Joy.
Aaron never thought this would be happening again. Any dreams of fatherhood died with what his father and Lacy Knighton did to Keeley and the first baby. Was this real? Did he really deserve to be this happy?
