“He’s really something,” Lizzy said, following my gaze. “He’s the best, Kate.”
“Remember the first time you told me that?” I looked my younger sister in the eye. “And I didn’t believe you?”
Lizzy laughed. “Yeah,” she said, taking a big sip of her beer. “You were dumb. But you wised up.” She winked at me, then gave me a funny look. “Even for you, you’re being quiet today. What’s up?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. Just a bit nervous about the match seeing as it’s one of the last ones for the season,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t immediately realize that I was lying.
I had a lot on my mind, but I wanted to tell Jay first. Fortunately, the first half of the game went quickly and before I knew it, he was bounding up to me, sweaty and covered in mud.
“You’re doing great, babe. Arsenal don’t stand a chance against you guys,” I said, leaning in for a kiss.
“Yeah, this is a great game,” he replied, wiping his brow. “My mates are really working the pitch. You watching?”
I nodded. “Always,” I said with a little smirk on my face. Then I took a deep breath; I was finally ready to reveal my secret. “We both are.”
Jay gave me a funny look. “You both are?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, nodding and grinning as I rubbed my stomach. Jay looked down and watched my actions, then looked back up to my face for confirmation, and when he realized what I meant, he let out a whoop before grabbing me and spinning me around in the air.
“Bloody hell, Kate, I’m going to be a father?” he asked. I nodded, and Jay let out an exuberant cry as he leaned down to kiss me. “I can’t believe it! What fucking fantastic news!”
I grinned at his colorful language. “You won’t be able to swear like that for much longer. Unless you want our baby’s first word to be ‘fuck’.”
“Could be worse. His or her first words could be ‘I support Liverpool’.”
I laughed, and tears of joy came to my eyes. I didn’t bother wiping them away; I was so happy that I didn’t even care about ruining my makeup.
I nuzzled Jay, leaning in close and smelling his delicious, masculine scent. “Are you happy?”
“Babe, I’ve never been this happy,” Jay said. He grinned at me widely. “And you know what this means, right?”
I shook my head.
He winked. “This means I get to score two goals in the next half,” he said with a smirk. “One for you, and one for the baby. Arsenal are still on zero, so it’ll be a perfect match for us if it stays that way.”
I smiled and nodded, although I knew that even if he didn’t score any goals at all, we still had a perfect match on our hands. Us. We were worlds apart in terms of upbringing and personality, but that meant nothing when it came to two people matching up and being perfect for one another. We balanced each other’s flaws and positive aspects, and we supported each other no matter what.
I put my hand on my belly again, watching as Jay headed back onto the field, and for the millionth time, I thought about how lucky I was that he was my man.
I’d really made the perfect score.
THE END
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ROYAL BABY
A British Bad Boy Romance
Chapter 1
Keira
“But you’re an art student!” My friend Sarah’s words had a tendency to slur slightly when she’d been drinking. “Why would you want to be a cleaner?”
I rolled my eyes and wondered if I looked and sounded as drunk as my friend. I hadn’t had as much to drink as Sarah, but on the other hand, Sarah was a bigger drinker and could hold her liquor better—there was a good chance that I was just as drunk despite only having had two drinks. If that even made sense…I wasn’t sure, which probably meant that I was a little tipsy.
Oh well. Tonight was a night for celebration! I’d just finished my degree, and I was happy to be past all the late nights, cramming, and stressful final exams.
“Well?” Sarah pushed for an answer to her question.
“Okay, firstly,” I began, hearing that drink-induced slur in my own words mirroring that of my friend. “I’m not an art student. As of today, I’m officially an art graduate.”