Everything is happening fast. My brother thinks I’m crazy. So do Jaxson and Maxwell. Maybe I am but they didn’t knock up a stripper. It’s easy to coach from the sidelines.

I gave April a week to get her affairs sorted. Today is the day. Move in day.

I’ve been in court all afternoon and been unable to supervise what’s happening at my place. I’ve never lived with a woman other than my mother, so I have no fucking clue what I’m getting myself into, but I meant what I said. I will take care of April. I have to. It’s the one constant in my life that I know to be true.

Jaxson has been riding my ass because I didn’t ask for a paternity test. I don’t know how I know but I feel it in my gut that this baby is mine.

I should be terrified but the idea of having a sexy woman like April waiting for me at home with my kid on her hip at the end of the day excites me. I can’t help how I feel. I never in a million years thought I’d want something like that, but now that it’s happening—I can’t deny the allure.

It’s like I just aged ten years in a matter of days.

The first thing I did when she signed the agreement was set her up with a doctor that Maxwell represents. He’s the best gyno-whatever in Dallas. And I only want the best for the mother of my child. They’ll have nothing less.

Weston and Brooke are coming over for dinner to help ease some of the awkward tension between April and me. They need to get to know her too. She’s going to be in my life for the next eighteen years at least. I didn’t ask her to move in with me lightly. I know I’m taking a chance that we won’t be compatible, but I’m hoping we can be friends and raise this child in a happy and loving home. April doesn’t know it, but I had a detective I know look into her. It was one of the first things I did after the shock of her being pregnant wore off.

I don’t do anything without all the facts. That’s how you get fucked. It’s a life lesson I learned early.

She grew up in foster care and was lost between the cracks of the system. Her father died in prison. He was incarcerated on drug-related charges. Her mother was a teen mom and unable to care for her. She still lives here in Dallas. I don’t know if April has contact with her, but it doesn’t appear that she does.

When I open the door, she’s settled on the couch reading a pregnancy book. The sight makes me smile because I had them delivered this morning and I wasn’t sure how the gesture would be received. Truth be told, I ordered them for me. I want to know everything there is to know about being a dad. I refuse to be a shitbag father. I don’t do anything halfway. Don’t give a fuck if I have to dress up like Iron Man or have tea parties. It’ll happen. My kid will always smile.

April’s blonde hair is in a braid that lays to the right side of her shoulder and I have the desire to undo it and run my fingers through the silky strands.

She’s gorgeous and I’d be a liar if I said I don’t find her attractive. I know we’re compatible between the sheets, but personality wise I don’t know. She’s pretty damn stubborn. Doesn’t seem to like being told what to do. I don’t much like explaining myself about anything.

We’ll just have to get to know each other and see where things lead.

“Hey.” A big yawn escapes her throat as she closes the book and smiles over the back of the couch at me.

“Settling in okay?” I set my briefcase down and loosen my tie.

“I am. But seriously, you shouldn’t go to so much trouble for me. I can cook my own meals.” Her eyes shift in the direction of the kitchen where Klaire, my housekeeper and personal chef currently makes dinner.

“My brother and his wife are coming down for dinner.” I take off my jacket.

“Down?”

“They live a floor above us. Jaxson, the guy from the office the other night is two floors below us and Maxwell has a floor as well. We own the building together.”

“You own the building?”

“Yeah.” I grin. “I told you, I can take care of you.” Going over to the couch, I kneel next to her and place my hands on the bump. “How’s daddy’s princess today?”

April smacks my hand. “It’s a boy.”

“Well we’ll know for sure next week, won’t we? I got you an appointment with Doctor Reynolds.”

“I have a doctor already.”

“My guy is better.”

She rolls her eyes, and I have a sudden urge to bend her over my knee and spank that ass of hers.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. You need anything? Room okay?”

“I’m fine. Klaire has asked me a thousand times if I need anything.”

“It’s her job to make sure you’re okay when I’m not here.”

She sighs. “I’m just not used to all this—the housekeeper, luxury apartment. A private driver. It—it’s not me.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

She grumbles something under her breath. It’s like a sexy purr and makes my cock hard as fuck.

I stalk off to the shower to tend to the growing issue in my pants. If I get my way, April will be taking care of it…sooner rather than later.