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“We have you, don’t we?”
I kiss her forehead and settle onto the couch next to her, moving my hand against her expanded stomach. I don’t know how she got more beautiful, but she did. Every month that this baby grows, she glows more and more. “I can’t become a bottle of baby shampoo. Did I get baby shampoo?”
She smiles. “You have thirteen bottles in the closet. I think you keep forgetting you bought one and then you buy another. I counted last night when you were on the phone with Cody. How’s he doing?”
“Good. He’s going to swing by later tonight with a gift for the baby. I think he’s excited to meet his little sister.” Cody kept his distance for a while, but he came to the wedding we had at the chapel on the hill. He stood as my best man that day, which in my book, is more than acceptance. I appreciate that about him. I don’t know what it was that forced his change of heart, but he’s done a lot of growing up this year.
“If he’s stopping by, I want to make lasagna. He likes it, right? What about homemade bread? Oh, and—”
“Or… you’ll rest and let me do all that.”
“I don’t want to rest. You’ve been doing everything lately. Why don’t you rest.” She struggles to get up from the couch, and for a moment, I watch the cute little show. Her legs kicking, her belly tipping her over.
“Is this what we do now? We laugh at me?” She pouts playfully.
“Maybe… if it keeps you off your feet.” I lean in and kiss her head, then help her up from the couch. She says she’s been resting, but in reality, she’s done nothing of the sort. Up until a week ago, she was still going strong on Waylon’s Ranch as an on-call vet, and twenty minutes ago she was down at the barn feeding horses. The woman doesn’t know the meaning of the word rest.
I can’t tell her that, though. I learned that the hard way.
“So…we really need to pick a name. We’re down to like five.” She pulls out her phone and scrolls to the notepad where she has them jotted down. “Abbey, Daria, Sky, Morgan, or Riley.”
“I thought we agreed on Sky.”
She rolls her eyes jokingly. “Is this because of Sky-High apple pie, because we can’t name our first-born daughter after a pie.”
“Why not? I like Sky-High apple pie. You like Sky-High apple pie. It’s perfect.” I squeeze her against my chest as tight as I can get her.
“We also love nature. Maybe we should name her Mountain.”
I grin. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”
I pull out a pink box from the fridge and set it on the countertop. “I figured tonight would be the night we chose Sky, so I got the pie to celebrate. You can’t say no now.”
She laughs under her breath and looks away to hide the amusement. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Sort of, yeah. But really, what’s better than naming a baby after the pastry you shared with the love of your life? We had this pie at our wedding, and we’ve had it once a week since. It’s all you’ve craved for nine months. She wants us to name her Sky.”
Lark bites the inside of her cheek. “What’s her middle name? High? I’m not naming her Sky High.”
I laugh. “No, I was thinking Sky Apollonia.”
She buckles forward with laughter. “We are not naming our baby Sky Appolonia. Thanks, though.” She swipes the box off the table, grabs a fork, and heads for the bedroom. “Have a nice day.”
When I turn the corner, she’s sitting with her feet up on the bed, a fork buried in dessert. “Don’t come in here until you’re making sense, sir.”
I groan low. “What if I’m here to eat with you?”
A wide smile builds on her face, but she hides it. “Not until you promise me we’re done talking about Sky as a viable government name for our daughter.”
“Okay, okay. Feed me pie, and I’ll let it go.”
She sets the box down on the bed and spreads her legs wide. “Deal.”
Today just got better.
I pull her panties to the side and lick her seam, tasting the creamy wet mess she’s been making for me. I could do this forever. Drink her in, taste her thighs, eat my girl until she’s satisfied.
Her arms reach up and she stretches back, grinding up against my face. “What about Apple Sky?”
