“No,” Lila said with a coy smile. “I’m already out on a date with someone else.”
Heat flared through my veins as I frowned, about to lose my fucking mind, when she laughed.
“Relax, it’s your mom and sister. My mom too. Girls only.” Her eyes twinkled, and I relaxed.
Fuck me, she’s already keeping me on my toes. Just the way I like it.
“The night after, then?”
She stood on her tip toes and kissed me fully on the mouth, and every neuron in my brain exploded. But before I could react,she was heading back up the stairs, giving me a great view of her ass in those silky shorts she knew I loved.
“Ask me tomorrow. Goodnight, Victor.”
“You’re killing me,” I complained, watching every sway of her hips as her laughter danced down the stairs.
“I’m sure you’ll live.”
Let’s fucking hope so.
57
LILA
Why am I nervous? It’s only Victor!
I ran a hand down the grey maxi dress that clung to my bump, showing it off from all sides. I’d added a long charcoal grey cardigan that reached my ankles, and I’d teased my hair into big curls that had softened throughout the day. I looked like I was ready for a night on the sofa, but it was more important I felt comfortable at this stage of pregnancy.
Twenty-eight weeks!
I couldn’t believe our baby girl would be here in about three months. That’s twelveweeks!I was nervous, of course, but first, I had a date with her daddy.
I couldn't help but smile at the thought ofdatingVictor again, but the therapist had insisted we start from scratch, and so here we were, building our relationship back up from the very bottom brick.
Starting with a date.
Victor wouldn’t tell me where we were going; all I knew was to be ready by seven. I checked my watch—seven on the dot. I took a deep breath and stared at myself in the mirror.
Here we go.
I walked downstairs, being careful not to trip on my dress, and nearly fell over when I saw Victor standing by the door with a bouquet of cream and pink roses. He wore a black shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, of course, and my heart skipped a beat when he smiled at me.
“Wow, Lila, you look incredible.”
“Thank you. These are beautiful.” I took the roses from him and inhaled their sweet, fresh scent.
“They’re for both of you. The pink ones are for her.” Victor took them from me and placed them into a waiting vase filled with water, then opened the front door.
Oh my god. I didn’t think for one second Victor being a daddy would affect me like this. But damn, buying our unborn daughter pink roses? That did something to me.
“After you.”
My cheeks flushed as his eyes skimmed me, and his cologne nearly melted my panties off. Outside there was a cab waiting for us, because of course, he still couldn’t drive. Once I was safely inside, Victor sat beside me as it whisked us away.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked, sneaking a look at my ex-husband. His side profile was exquisite, and as he stared out of the window before answering me, I felt butterflies that weren’t anything to do with the baby.
Or Zucchini, as Victor fondly called her.
“I thought we’d try somewhere new, that’s all,” Victor said, reaching out to brush my fingers with his. Electricity danced on my skin from his touch, and I looked away. “Create new memories.”
