A Hope and a Chance(99)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“What about when I gain a thousand pounds?”

He began laughing. “A thousand? Damn, that’s a good question. I don’t think you’d be able to move around with a thousand pound baby inside of you.”

I lightly smacked his chest. “Be serious. You know what I meant.”

“I’ll still want you, Hope. I’ll always want you. Don’t you get that by now? I defied your father, and have done nothing but prove my faithfulness. I love the game, but not all that comes with it. I know it’s going to be hard for you at first, but you’ll get used to it. I’ll make you see that you have nothing to worry about. I promise. I have the only cheerleader I need right here with me.”

“I’m sorry. I know you want to celebrate. I’m being a downer.” I felt terrible about bringing it up, even though he didn’t act annoyed.

“No biggie. So where were we?”

I reached down inside of his boxers and took him into my hand. “I think we were right here.”

Chance leaned forward and sucked my bottom lip in between his. Our kissing intensified, and I soon forgot all about the sleazy broads at his game. Chance was mine, and he wasn’t going anywhere. I was carrying his child, and soon everyone would know it. Although I’d never get pregnant to trap him into being with me, it did give me some comfort knowing how devoted he was to our baby and me.

We’d come so far, and had a lot to look forward to. I was scared, which could be expected, but knew we’d figure out a way to make it work. If I had to babysit children, or take online classes while caring for my own child, I’d do it. Our first years were going to be a struggle, albeit I wasn’t going to give up. I’d found love, forgiveness, and a reason to want to strive to be better. That was enough to put a smile on my face, and ease my soul.

Chance pulled away from me and began cackling. “I just realized something.”

“What?” His excitement alarmed me.

“We don’t have to talk about baby names.”

“This is random. What do you mean?”

“If it’s a girl it’s Faith. If it’s a boy it’s -.”

I hushed him. “Don’t even say it. We are not naming our kid Lucky.”

He pulled me in for a kiss, in which I fought him. It made him more determined to get under my skin. “Little Lucky will be born with a golden glove on his hand. I bet his first word will be ball, and then daddy.”

“You’re ridiculous. It’s not happening.”

He nodded. “It is. You just wait.”

I appreciated his banter, especially considering the way I’d been worried. This was the man I loved, and he was all mine.

The End