I fill them in on everything my parents have done. I know if they are in town long enough, they are going to hear the whole thing anyway. Might as well get it over with now, and hope for the best.
When I finish, I take in a deep breath, surprised that I’m not a blubbering mess.
“You aren’t responsible for what other people do or don’t do,” Samantha states. “You are responsible for what you do and only for what you do. I’ve learned that the hard way. But someone held my hand while I did it.” She puts her hand on Blake’s knee. “I know that it’s not the same thing, but we’re here for anything that you need. We are going to love you and our grandchild no matter what.” I think I’ve stopped breathing. “Now, how about we go into town and have lunch?”
“Um,” I start, “I really shouldn’t. I called into work sick today, and I don’t want them to think I was faking.”
“Of course you wouldn’t be faking,” Samantha comforts.
“I suggested that I’d go pick up lunch and we could eat here,” Theo interjects.
“Perfect, and then we can go through all the things we bought for the baby,” she says with glee.
“All the things you bought for the baby?” I ask, not sure what she means.
“I know it’s still early and all that, but I couldn’t help it. It’s just a couple of things. Some pj’s, socks, and a blanket. I got everything in neutral colors like white, yellow, green, and some beige.”
“A couple of things?” Blake says. “The whole trunk is full.”
I gasp at the same time as Samantha, but for different reasons. “It’s a surprise!” she scolds Blake, who shrugs. She turns to me. “We’re leaving before he tells you more. We’ll go get some food.”
“That’s perfect,” Theo replies. “You do that and take your time.”
“Theo,” I hiss as I stand up. All he does is smile and kiss me.
“We’ll be back,” Blake replies, “and we’ll take our time.”
“You don’t have to,” I shout after them.
“All the time you can,” Theo calls over me. “Go visit Sierra and Caleb.”
The sound of them laughing trails off until the front door closes.
“Theo—” I don’t say anything else because his lips are on mine, and I forget about everything except him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
THEO
I’m about to march her into the bedroom when the doorbell rings again.
“Ignore it,” I urge as I slide my tongue into her mouth again, needing to get her naked and in bed before my parents get back. The doorbell rings a second time. “I’m going to throttle whoever is at the door.” The sound of her giggling as I stomp to the door makes my cock even harder than it was. I pull the door open to find Burke, his back to me, hands on his hips.
He turns around, and I can see he’s not a happy person. “Hey, I’m sorry to do this, but is Collins here?”
“She is.” My shoulders go back. “What’s going on?”
He looks past me. “Hey, Collins. I’m sorry to interrupt. I went by the station to talk to you, and Captain told me you called out sick.”
“Yeah, I didn’t feel well.” Her face has become pale.
“This isn’t going to take long.” He waits a moment. “Can I come in?”
“I’m not sure,” I answer. “Listen, Collins doesn’t need stress right now.”
“I get it,” he says, his eyes showing understanding, “but I have to do my job.”
“Then come in,” I huff out. I slip my fingers through hers as we walk gingerly to the living room.
