Brandy’s POV
I sit nervously at the table, the very same one we were sitting at just a few months ago. Was is it really that recent? The memory of agreeing to Kane’s proposal to help me conceive a child feels like it was a lifetime ago. I’ve been here for over half an hour already; my nervousness driving me here much earlier than necessary.
I stir the mug of decaffeinated tea in front of me with an absentminded motion. I purchased it more out of habit rather than desire and I haven’t taken a single sip. My stomach twinges uncomfortably, though I expect the sensation is more from the anxiety coursing through me rather than the need to vomit.
I still have no idea what I’m going to say to the hockey star, I need to tell him about the baby but what about everything else? This isn’t what we
