Page 49 of A Major Love

Baby? Hold the fuck up!

“It won’t, but sharing with him will?—”

“Dr. Simone, I have to go. I’m getting another call.”

“Dyna—”

Dr. Simone’s voice was cut off, and the silence that followed was loud. Everything in me wanted to bumrush Dynastie, take her phone, call her therapist back, and demand she tell me what I need to know.

Unfortunately, since I was listening to a conversation I wasn’t supposed to be privy to, I couldn’t do that. I had no idea how I would continue on with my day, let alone the rest of my life, not knowing the rest of the details.

I finally went to my bedroom, but the nap I wanted to take was long forgotten. I lay on my back with my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling. Several scenarios went through my head as I tried to figure out how to bring up what I’d just heard.

None of them would work without her knowing I was listening. I had no choice but to hope and pray she wouldconsider what her therapist said and tell me on her own. In the meantime, I had to do something to keep myself busy so I wouldn’t draw my own conclusion.

After my sessionwith Dr. Simone, I needed a damn nap, and I didn’t even use the full hour. The last thing I expected was for her to bring up the baby I’d lost. I’d been sitting behind Major’s desk since the call ended, trying to figure out why she thought he should know, and nothing came to mind.

I was grateful he was asleep because I needed time to get myself together before seeing him again. To clear my mind, I checked my email. It had been a few days, and I had too many to count. I read them all, only responding to the ones that needed a response.

By the time I finished, an hour had flown by, and I felt as if I could face Major without raising his suspicions that somethingwas wrong. I made my way to his bedroom and was surprised to find him packing.

I stood on the side of the bed and watched as he moved around the room. He was so handsome, and I could spend all my days and nights admiring him. His body was perfection because of his chosen profession, but his face was equally beautiful, and I found it hard to believe he let grown men punch him in it for a living.

“You decided to pack after all. You couldn’t sleep?”

“Not really.”

“Do you need help packing?” I asked.

“Nah. I’m almost done. I forgot to mention that my parents are coming over for dinner. They were talking shit about me hogging all your time and not bringing you over to see them.”

“Where’s the lie? I’m being held hostage.”

“I wouldn’t call it hostage, but we’ve been busy making up for lost time. Did you get through all your emails?”

“The important ones. I may have to go back to Onyx City for an interview with the newest draft pick for the Onyx City Blazers, but I’m waiting to hear back.”

“How was your therapy session?”

I’d forgotten I told him about my session.

“It was good,” I responded, avoiding his eyes when I responded.

“You sure?”

“I’m positive. What will we eat for dinner? I probably should get some groceries delivered.”

“Already taken care of. I called Brendan, and he’ll be here soon to make something.”

“Do you call him at the last minute often?”

He shrugged. “Not often, but I pay him well, so it’s cool.”

Something about his mood was different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m good. Why do you ask?”