Chapter 550
Judy’s POV
I woke up alone.
Was I hurt? Yes.
Was I surprised? Not in the least.
Sighing, I got out of bed, wrapping a towel around my body before leaving Gavin’s room. His scent was everywhere, and my body was still thrumming after last night. I went into the room that used to be mine; I still had a few clothes in the closet that I could change into, just in case I ended up spending the night here.
I used the attached bathroom to take a quick shower before I got dressed. Once I was fully dressed and my wet hair was tied into a low pony, I felt more like myself. I had a slight headache from the tequila, but the water Gavin gave me helped to keep me hydrated for this morning.
I needed to put my game face on because today was the start of finals, it was crucial. Regardless of what was going on in my personal life, I needed to stay focused.
I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Chester was already cooking breakfast. Nan was seated at the table instead of the counter barstool like usual. It was easy to see why she was seated at the table, though; in her arms was Emalyn. She was bottle feeding her, and her eyes were shining with love and affection.
“Seems you’ve taken to the baby,” I said, grabbing an apple out of the fruit dish. “She’s just so cute,” Nan breathed, cradling the baby in her arms. “We had such a nice evening last night.”
“Yeah, for once… we didn’t fight,” Chester teased, a grin on his face.
“Maybe all you needed was a baby,” I teased back.
They both blushed at my words and then glanced at one another, almost shy, before returning to what they were doing. That was when an idea popped into my head, and I didn’t care if it made things that much more awkward between them.
“You know, Irene can’t continue to take care of this baby,” I told them. “Gavin is actively looking for a forever family for Emalyn.”
Nan glanced at me, a curious look in her eyes. I could tell she had no idea where I was going with this.
“Have you considered adopting a baby?” I asked them.
Chester nearly dropped the spatula he was holding, and Nan’s eyes widened.
“What?” They both asked at the same time.
I shrugged, trying not to grin at their stunned expressions.
“Adoption
repeated. “Emalyn
needs a family, and you two are really good with her. You both
to take a liking to her, and she seems to like you as well. Why not?”
“Maybe because we just started seeing each other?” Nan sputtered.
“You’re mates,” I told her. “You are supposed to be together. Plus, you didn’t JUST start seeing one another. You’ve met months ago.”
“Yes, and it’s been a rocky few months,” Nan argued. “I’m still trying to figure out if
I trust him with my heart, alone have a baby with him alone.”
‘You aren’t having a baby with him, you’re adopting a baby,” I told her. “A baby that needs a home.”
Chester glanced at Nan; his face was red as the apple I had just bitten into. His eyes drift to the baby and then back to me.
“Do you think we’d be good parents?” He asked, his tone soft and almost vulnerable sounding.
Nna’s eyes grew large as she stared at her mate.
“You can’t be serious,” she sputtered. “Are you seriously considering this?”
He shrugged, avoiding her eyes.
“I don’t know mean, I like Emalyn, and I’m falling in love with you. I don’t intend on screwing up this relationship. You’re my mate, Nan. I want to spend my life with you and have children with you. I want Emalyn to have a good home, and let’s face it, you love that little girl. You love taking care of her, and honestly, I do too. I think she’d be good for us, just like I think we’d be good for her. I’m not saying let’s jump into it with both feet, but it might be something to consider if the option is there.”
Nan opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the door to the kitchen opened and in came Irene looking as if she had just crawled up from the pit of hell. I had never seen her fook so disheveled before, she hadn’t even showered.
The sight made me want to laugh out loud.
“What’s an option?” She asked, her eyes squinting to adjust to the light. “Shit, I feel like I got run over by a truck.”
Chester grinned as he pulled a glass of milk out of the fridge and handed it to her.
“You’re just hung over,” he muttered, ushering her to sit at the counter while he continued to prepare breakfast. “Nothing a little milk and greasy foods won’t fix.”