A Bundle of Joy 2: The Baby Proposal (BWWM Interracial Romance)
wide variety of TV dinners stored there.
    The doorbell rang.
    “Mom?” He was disappointed to see that she hadn’t come bearing culinary gifts. “No Mexican?” He planted a kiss on her cheek.
    She sashayed inside.
    “You’re a grown man, Triston. It’s time you braved your way into the kitchen and learnt to fend for yourself. I simply came to drop this off.”
    He took the package, and shook it against his ear. “What is it?”
    “Don’t,” his mother warned.
    “Hmm. So, it’s fragile.” Triston began to tear the wrapping.
    His mother placed a hand on his, to stop what he was doing. “I think it’s best you opened it when you’re alone.”
    “Okay, I will.” Now he was even more curious about the contents in the package.
    “I must go soon.” She surveyed the living room. “Your dad and I are meeting for a dinner date.”
    It gladdened his heart to see that his parents still took time out for each other. Despite their hectic work schedules, they made sure they enjoyed each other’s company. Someday, Triston hoped to share such a life with someone.
    But not with just any someone.
    Only with Selene.
    He pushed her image away. She wasn’t the one for him anymore. He had to move on.
    He placed the package carefully on the counter. “Would you like something to drink?”
    “Nothing, darling. ” Lisa spun around and looked at him directly in his eyes. “Tell me, did you go to see Selene?”
    So that’s why she’s here .
    Triston hadn’t told her that he’d gone to see Selene. Knowing his mother, he was better off telling her now. She was like a badger with a cause.
    “I did.”
    “And?”
    “She’s pregnant.”
    Lisa’s mouth fell opened. She looked as surprised by the news as he’d been. “Pregnant? Are you sure?”
    “Yes, I’m sure . She told me herself.” He wasn’t an imbecile who couldn’t understand simple English.
    “Who’s the father of the baby?”
    “I didn’t ask.”
    Lisa raised her eyebrows. “You didn’t ask who the father of the baby was? Did you see him? Was he there?”
    “No, M om. I didn’t wait around for introductions. When she told me…I left.”
    “You know I’ve always been fond of that girl, Triston. God knows, I was worried when you guys started dating.” Lisa tapped her fingers on the counter. “You were both so young and too serious about each other back then. But you’ve been back a while now and you haven’t even looked at another girl. I feel you’re still hung up on Selene. And maybe she’s the one for you.”
    “Mom .”
    Maybe he needed to make an appointment for his mother to see his therapist.
    “So, what’s the problem?”
    Yep, she’s definitely going crazy.
    “Selene’s pregnant. Pregnant! Don’t you get it?”
    “Yes, I get it. But did you bother to ask her if she’s happy? If the baby’s father is with her? Or were you so traumatized by the thought of another life growing inside her that all common sense deserted you?” His mother frowned at him. “What if she has no one with her at this time? If she’s alone, if she’s going through this pregnancy on her own, it’s important for you to be there for her…if not as a lover, then as a friend.”
    “Mom. ” Triston whirled away from her. “Forget about it.”
    “Men!” Lisa huffed. “I’ ll leave you to throw your pity party. Call me when you’ve regained your inner confidence and compassion.”
    Triston followed her to the door, trying to persuade her, and himself, that pursuing anything with Selene was useless, but she was in no mood to listen to him. Triston knew that she wasn’t as much upset with him as she was annoyed. His mother had always known when to push him and when to leave him alone to wallow in his thoughts and figure out what he really wanted to do.
    And this time , she wasn’t so far off the mark. If nothing else, she’d given him a reason to doubt his hasty decision to leave Selene alone. Maybe he needed to get more information. And even if

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