/Amber’s pov/
He scoffed and rolled his eyes at the same time. "When you were four years old, you managed to trap me. You were dressed in a dark blue dress with a bow on the back and a pair of tiny white socks, as described above. When I first saw you, I felt like I was being held hostage. "This," he said as he traced a small pattern on my stomach with one finger, "is an added bonus." While he acknowledged that he had not anticipated it for approximately five or six years, he said, "It's still a bonus."
Is it possible for us to do that? Is he willing to come and live with me? "Would you be willing to stay with me here and forego your scholarship?" I inquired. I was a little taken aback when I asked. It was an incredible opportunity, and he would give it up for me and a baby? He worked s
