Aniyah’s POV
I just stared at Jameson in disbelief, he’d sent me one hundred and eighty roses . . . as a gift? Was he actually insane?
The player shifted uncomfortably under my gaze, ‘uh, it’s two for every day you’ve been pregnant’ he mumbled under his breath.
I frowned as my dates flashed through my head quickly, ‘that’s still not one hundred and eighty roses Jameson’ I gritted out.
‘I rounded up, I felt a bit stupid not ordering them in sets of twelve’ he replied defensively.
I couldn’t help the hysterical laugh that left my lips, this guy was either a huge romantic or a complete psychopath and, at this moment in time, I wasn’t sure which it was.
‘Why not just one for each day?’ I mumbled, staring around me at the sea of flowers.
‘One for you and one for the baby’ was the slight
