Rocked: An Accidental Pregnancy Romance by Kate Hunt

Author:Kate Hunt [Hunt, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-21T16:00:00+00:00

Any concern I have about us messing up a good thing is long gone when I wake up the next morning.

Everything just feels right.

I’ve woken up before Micah has, and although usually I get on with my morning routine as soon as I wake up, today I just lay there and look at him, feeling grateful for what we have. And I can’t believe I feel this way, but for the first time, I’m actually happy that I’m pregnant. Sure, I’d gotten to a state where I was okay with it. But until this moment, I never actually felt joyful about it. Now, though? With Micah and I being together? Now everything’s different.

Micah stirs, then slowly opens his eyes. I smile at him.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he says.

I laugh. “Good morning to you, too.”

He pulls me toward him. “Don’t tell me we have to get up.”

“We have to get up,” I say. “Besides, I really—”

“—have to pee,” he says.

“Exactly.” I crawl over him and pull on my coat. “Be right back.”

Daylight assaults my eyes when I hop out of the van. I squint at the brightness and pull my coat tighter against the cold and quickly make my way to a public bathroom that I took note of when we parked the van last night. Thankfully, it’s not too disgusting inside. It only smells slightly of urine, and the tiles are only slightly grimy.

You take what you can get.

Micah is dressed when I make it back to the van; he’s even folded up the bed and has started to poke around in my mini-kitchen for breakfast fixings.

“You going to whip something up?” I say.

“I would if I could find the damn spatula.”

“It’s right here,” I say, pulling open a drawer.

He grabs it, shaking his head. “I swore I looked there already.” As I move past him, he lightly swats me on the ass with it.

“Hey,” I protest.

“I thought you were into kink.”

I get a flashback of our flirting that night in the gazebo.

“No,” I say, shooting him a look. “You only think I am.”

“Go on, keep denying it,” he says teasingly, and turns back to figuring out breakfast.

After we eat—breakfast is a little bit of a disaster, burnt oatmeal and all, but I still appreciate Micah’s effort—we fill up the tank and make our way across the island to the ferry. This time we aren’t as lucky in our timing. We’ve just missed the most recent boat, and the next one isn’t for another forty minutes.

That’s the beauty of not being on a schedule, though. Stuff like this doesn’t really matter.

While we wait in the ferry queue, Micah plays his favorite Clash album for me on his phone. It’s pretty short, and we get through the whole album before the next ferry even arrives. There’s one song in particular that has this little part in it that reminds me of Micah’s stuff, and he beams when I tell him.

“You really think so?”

“Yeah,” I say. “Totally. Speaking of which…when are you going to let me hear more than just a short clip of your music?”

Micah nods.

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