Best Friend’s Secret Baby Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Novella, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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6

SUNNY

I reach out for my big body pillow that I always sleep with, not finding it anywhere. Instead I grab a normal one. I’m too comfortable to open my eyes and really search for it. I cuddle it to my chest, the smell of Mack filling my lungs.

My eyes fling open, remembering I’m in his bed. I peek around the room, but I don’t see him, so I bury my face into the pillow again and take another deep breath. There is something about the smell of Mack that always brings me comfort. Today, however, a dull ache forms in my chest.

Something is changing with us. I’m not sure what it is, but he’s different with me. While he’s still sweet and caring, I sense a level of irritation or maybe even anger coming from him lately. It scares me to my core. The thought of losing Mack terrifies me. He’s my family. My best friend. I can’t imagine losing my family all over again. I don’t think my heart could bear it. It was only because of Mack that I was able to put myself back together when my parents died.

Reluctantly, I sit up, thinking maybe if I leave his room, the ache will go away. It’s a stupid thought because I know it’s not going to work, but still I do it, not wanting to get too comfortable in his bedroom. I stop when I see a note on the nightstand next to a bottle of water.

Ran out to grab some things. Be back soon. Keep your ass in bed, Sunshine.

Love you.

I trace the written words love you with my finger. I know it’s only a love you in a friendship kind of way, but it still has my heart doing a little pitter patter. The little note gives me some sort of comfort that maybe I am overreacting a bit. I grab his pillow and the note, and take it back to my bedroom. I place everything on my bed before I slip into the shower to freshen up. I’m actually surprised I’d taken a nap. I’m not big on them, but lately I’ve been more tired than normal.

While I let my conditioner sit in my hair, I wash my body, wincing when I get to my breast. I lift my arm and give my breast a quick check like the doctor taught me to do when I’d gotten my first pap smear as a young girl. Everything feels fine, but they are tender to the touch. Maybe it’s just my hormones, and I’m getting my period.

As soon as the thought of my period enters my mind, my stomach drops. Mentally I try to think of the last time I had one, but I can’t get my mind to slow down enough to figure it out. I rinse the conditioner out of my hair before jumping from the shower to find my phone. I open the calendar app and start to count. It’s stupid because I already know I’m late but I still continue to look.

Everything starts flipping through my mind. How tired and snappy I’ve been. How my stomach has been getting upset after eating certain foods. My breasts suddenly became more tender. Is being extra horny a sign of pregnancy too? I thought I was horny because I keep remembering pieces of that night with Mack, and my body wanted more, which is partly true, but could it be because I’m pregnant too?

Hurriedly I throw on some clothes, grab my purse and cell phone, and head out to the store down the street to buy a test. In no time, I’m back in my bathroom and peeing on the freaking test. I lay it on the sink counter and set a timer.

My heart pounds as the seconds pass by. I’m pretty sure I already know the answer. What is this going to mean? Will this rip Mack and me apart? He’s never talked about having kids before. Hell, he’s never talked about wanting to get married. I’m not sure why.

Mack’s parents have the sweetest marriage. My parents did too before they passed away. They had been madly in love. It’s always made me long to have the same thing. To have a house full of children. My mom was only ever able to have me. The doctors told her she would never be able to get pregnant. But she hadn’t given up. It was her dream to have a family with my dad.

When she finally did get pregnant with me, it had been a rough pregnancy. She’d spent most of it on bedrest. She was in a constant state of worry. She always called me her little miracle baby. She told me when I was finally born a healthy baby, it was like the sun had come out again. That's why they named me Sunny.


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