My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 207

Evelyn

It took time to calm my racing thoughts, but even now, I had no answers. Still nothing but a plain sheet of blank covering my whole mind. Every corner.

I needed to hear it from Jacob—his opinion, his view. This wasn’t just my decision or a race alone. It was ours.

We had to face this situation together…

For….

Our baby.

“I’ve looked into a few venues,” Jacob murmured, brushing his thumb over my ring. The moonlight caught it, making it gleam. “I liked some, but a few need a closer look. You should come with me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head, “Well, you are coming with me.”

His warmth lulled me for a moment, my eyes fluttering shut.

“So, no more secrets like everything else?” I teased, a soft chuckle escaping as I leaned back against him. His chest met my back, his warmth hugging me and his nose grazed my neck as he inhaled deeply.

“If I could keep it a secret, I would,” he deadpanned, making me laugh again. “But I want the venue to be your choice. Besides, not everything will stay hidden forever. I’ll reveal the date in some grand way—if you don’t sweet-talk it out of me first,” he continued, “But don’t worry, I will make sure you have enough time for your bacholerette and everything.”

“Such generosity, Mr. Adriano.” I kissed the back of his hand, turning to face him. His eyes met mine, steady and warm.

“So, tell me,” I said, steadying my voice, “what happens after the wedding?”

“Obviously, a months-long honeymoon.” His tone was light, but I didn’t laugh. Not this time. If this was our usual moments—I’d have laughed. But nothing about the situation right now was light. It was scary, confusing and put all of our plans infront of hundreds of questions that maybe neither of us were ready to answer.

“Right. Silly me.” My voice wavered, nerves tightening my chest. Still, I pressed on. “Now that we’re getting married... have you thought about kids?”

He froze.

A flicker of something unspoken passed through his eyes, and the silence between us stretched until it threatened to snap.

“It’s too early for kids,” he said finally, his voice low. “I’ve planned so much for us already. There’s no room for... that kind of burden right now.”

Burden.

The word hit like a cold blade, sinking into my chest and leaving me hollow.

“Babies aren’t a burden, Jacob,” I said softly, cupping his face. I pulled back just enough to look at him, my heart holding on to a flicker of hope—hope that he hadn’t meant it. That deep down, he didn’t truly believe those words.

“Yes, they are,” he chuckled lightly, brushing off my concern. “Imagine spending the first year of marriage wiping diapers and cleaning up messes instead of traveling the world and living our life.”

But the idea didn’t depress me.

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