#Chapter 15: A Caring Father-To-Be

All I had to do to find out what Joseph wanted was to press my thumb down and open the text. Yet at the last moment, I stopped myself. Why should I care what he wanted? He’d made his feelings for me and our baby perfectly clear the last time we were together. Asher would be here to pick me up soon. I didn’t have time to waste on Joseph. I locked the screen of my phone. Joseph could wait. Quickly, I changed into a loose fitting dress as Asher had requested. I pulled my hair back into a simple ponytail and stepped into my flats. After checking my make-up in my mirror, I started down the stairs. In front of my dormitory, I searched up the street to the left and to the right, but I didn’t see any sign of Asher. I knew he drove a supped-up expensive motorcycle that was more wild than elitist, but it wasn’t anywhere along the street. I stood there a moment, wondering if I should try calling him again. Then, the window of the car parked right in front of me rolled down. It was