Page 98 of Baby Daddy Wanted

Silence.

“You there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Wow. Big step.”

“I know,” I said. “I feel a little crazy. Like it might calm me down to stick my finger in the nearest electric socket.”

“Breathe.”

“I’m trying,” I said.

“Who’d you end up going with?”

“The web designer from Boston.”

“I see,” he said. “So not the soldier who plays guitar?”

“No. I did like that he had musical aptitude, but I know a great guitar teacher who can get my kid strumming with the best of them.”

He laughed. “I feel bad I didn’t help you make the final decision.”

“You did help,” I said, deciding he’d be freaked out if I admitted I picked based on the picture that looked most like him. “You helped more than anyone. Really. I owe you big.”

“You don’t owe me anything. As long as you’re happy with your decision, that’s reward enough for me.”

“Thanks,” I said, beyond grateful for his support. “I am happy. Freaked out, but happy. Or at least, I will be. I don’t know. I feel a little all over the place at the minute.”

“Breathe,” he said again. “Everything’s going to be fine.”