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He raises his brows. “Is she? I’ll look forward to that. I’d like to meet your parents.” His tone is honest and forthcoming. I think he genuinely does want to meet my family one day.
“They’re seriously bad photos. Me with a gigantic bald head and stupid little pink bows sitting on top. They’re the actual worst.” I frown.
“I bet you were adorable.” He puts his head on his hand, like he’s getting more comfortable.
“Freakish big-headed alien baby with a bow on top.” I paint a picture that is absolutely accurate. Though if he and I were to have children, his hot guy genes would have to take over. That’s a plus.
He laughs. “You sure are random first thing in the morning. Not really an a.m. person, are you? Tell me more about these bizarre baby pictures.”
“No. Not if you’re laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing with you. Big difference, sweetheart.”
I pout. “That’s just it. I’m not laughing, Evan.”
“Aw, poor Sadie. Well I have something that will turn that frown upside down.”
“Oh?” I perk up thinking maybe it’s more sexy time.
“Your coffee and a smoothie are at your door.”
“You’ve been up already?” I gasp truly horrified by how early this man wakes. Is the sun even out yet?
“I knew you’d want your caffeine fix pronto,” he says with a smile. “Got to look after my girl.”
“Thank you.” I sit up and stretch. And Evan’s eyes widen appreciably at the sight of my naked breasts.
The man licks his lips. “Well, hello there.”
“Such a tit man.” I grab my discarded cami and slip it on over my head, and then pull it down. The fact Evan turns his head and follows the material’s progress with a slightly panicked expression is just damn funny in all the ways.
“Now you’re laughing at me,” he says in an amused if accusing tone.
“I am. It’s true.” I sit on the mattress, slowly bringing my sleep-befuddled brain online. Waking up is hard, yo. “Do you want babies?”
He freezes.
“It’s okay. You can not be ready to discuss this topic. I kind of sprung that one on you out of nowhere and it is the honeymoon phase with us, technically speaking.”
“No, I uh…I do want kids. And I think we’d make some seriously beautiful babies. Even if they do have abnormally large heads to start out with like their mama.”
“Ha-ha. Yeah. Me too. I mean, I don’t want them right now. But eventually. In a few years or whatever.” I sigh. “Sean didn’t want children.”
“The ex?” He scowls. The man is even pretty when he does that. Damn, I’m lucky.
I nod. “Children cost approximately a quarter of a million dollars to raise and that doesn’t even include college!” I bark out, doing an approximation of Sean’s highly aggravating, preachy tone of voice. “They’re just not a sound investment, Sadie.”
“Huh. What a douche.”
“Imagine being the kind of asshat who thinks of children as an investment. Sheesh.”
“He sounds like a fucking cock-splash if I ever heard of one. You definitely shouldn’t go back to him. And I say that as both your friend and your current boyfriend.” He gives me a wink. “Now go get your coffee, sweetheart, before it’s stone cold. We can plan our baller baby dynasty later.”
Instead of ending the session, I grab a pair of sleep shorts from the floor and slip them on, only allowing him a speck of an ass shot. Then I pull out the power plug and carry the laptop into the open living area of my apartment.
“Lots of books and blue. Exactly what I’d expect from my Sadie. Nice place. Homey.”
His compliment makes me feel proud. I have worked hard and given myself the life I want. “I’ll have to see your actual house sometime. And baller baby dynasty?” I ask with a cringe, setting the monitor down on a coffee table.
“Sure. I’m thinking six, minimum. Three on each team for the daily football practices in the backyard.”
“So much no,” I mumble, walking out of view to grab the coffee and smoothie from my doorstep. Oh, God. It’s green again. I’m sipping hesitantly when I walk back in. To show appreciation, I try to act enthused, but obviously that doesn’t work because Evan snickers. “Dude, I’m trying.”
“You’re doing great. And your body’s going to love you for all those vitamins and minerals.” He’s also moved and is now sitting on Jake’s bro-home black leather sofa. Hetero men. Like a splash of color and a few throw cushions would kill them. Honestly.
After downing about half of the lukewarm coffee, I smile. “Thank you, Evan.”
“Looking after you is my pleasure.” There’s so much warmth in his voice it makes me tingly. I never stood a chance against this man. He’s so sweet. And I do like my sweet things. “Meet you out on the balcony?”
