Stefan’s willingness to be there for me whenever I needed him touched me.
“Thank you,” I said simply. “But . . . there's still the matter of what happened back at school. How long do you think it will be before they hear about it?” Both Stefan and I were shocked to find out that no news station or paper had run the story about the scandal shaking NSU yet. It only showed how badly the school wanted to keep Alpha Gamma’s and Kappa Beta's customs under wraps. Coincidentally, it was a boon for Stefan and me.
Stefan shifted, staring at the dented-up metal. “Well, we have one good thing going for us.”
“What’s that?”
“I overheard Evelyn talking with Dad, and she was bitching about how the school wouldn’t tell her any details about our situation because of the pending investigation.”
“But what happens when it ends?”
“I’m not sure, but even if they told them everything, do you honestly think that either of them would believe that we're fucking?”
I thought about it for a moment. I didn’t see either of them, even Mom, of all people, believing such a tale unless she was provided with undeniable proof.
“No,” I said finally. “I don’t think so.”
Stefan nodded. “Exactly. They’ll believe anything I tell them when it comes to that. We both just need to keep an eye out on all mail that comes through and listen for any calls from the school.”
I nodded. “But if they see that tape . . . all bets are off.”
Stefan readied the hammer and then brought it down with impressive force, causing sparks to fly off the metal. “Then we have to make sure that they never see it.”
Chapter 19
Bella
“This is so cute!” I squealed with delight, fingering a tiny pink jumpsuit.
It was Friday after my appointment at the psychiatric building, and Stefan had brought me to a baby clothing store across town to do a little bit of stress relief. I had some reservations about going inside, seeing as how I was nowhere close to due, but once I was in, I fell in love and quickly forgot about my horrible experience.
The psychiatrist had sucked. With all sorts of intrusive questions, stuff that made no damn sense as to why I might actually be there, and just wasting my time, I’d been eager to leave. It didn’t help that I had to lie my ass off the whole time, feeling that he could see it plain as day, so Stefan’s little surprise was appreciated.
There were all sorts of vibrant colors all over the place, adorable stuffed animals, toys, cribs, and of course, adorable baby clothes. Looking at it all filled my heart with a strange kind of bliss.
“Why are we even over here in the girls’ section?” Stefan grumbled. He was standing behind me with his arms crossed. While he appeared irritated, I knew it was all an act. I’d seen him making googly eyes at a little bib that said Daddy’s Princess on it, even if he pretended otherwise. “We’re having a boy.”
Raising an eyebrow, I paused, turning around to face him with the little jumpsuit pressed against my chest. “And how would you know?”
Stefan flexed his powerful biceps. “Because I know.” He lowered his voice to a furtive whisper. “I just have a feeling.”
I chuckled at his antics. “Well, I still want a girl,” I said. “I know Mom would want a darling little granddaughter too.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I froze. My mom would have absolutely loved having a grandchild . . . but that would be after I had gone to school, graduated, and landed a good job.
I just wasn’t sure how she'd react to Stefan being the father. I could only imagine the look on her face when she finally found out. Terry would probably try to strangle Stefan to death with his bare hands.
“Do you two need any help?” a light voice asked.
I turned to see a young pregnant woman, probably in her late twenties, standing there and smiling at us.
“Um, we’re just looking,” I replied, flustered.
Am I going to look like that? I worried.
The woman had to be at least seven months into her pregnancy with a belly the size of a giant pumpkin. If I got that big, I worried what Stefan would think of me. And at the rate I was currently eating, I could easily see how I could wind up there.
The woman looked at me closely. “How far along are you?”
I glanced down at my belly. Was I showing already? Nope, still flat, but my thighs looked a bit bigger.
For a moment, I debated on lying, but then I thought, what the hell? I was in a store for pregnant women. No one would know that I was here.
“Almost two months,” I replied.
The woman smiled. “You have quite a way to go then.” She looked over at Stefan, and her expression changed. I could tell she was admiring him. “And is this your husband?”