“Sounds good,” I murmured, as his fingers played with mine. My heart was more excited than any other part of my body currently and kept leaping into my chest.
The cab pulled up outside a new restaurant I’d not even noticed being built on the outskirts of town. It was all floor-to-ceiling glass, and had a rotating door that seemed to never stop moving.
“It’s busy,” I commented when Victor opened the car door for me.
He took my hand and helped me up, glancing at the restaurant with a lazy smile that did things to me.
“Yeah, it’s fairly new so people are trying it out.”
He took my hand, and I fucking loved it, because I was a die-hard romantic—and Victor knew it.
Hand holding on a first date is okay, right?!
The lady who greeted us let her gaze linger a second too long on Victor, but then her eyes fell on my belly, and she gave me a crisp congratulations.
Yeah, back off, bitch.
“Reservation for Rossi,” Victor said, completely oblivious to her checking him out.
“Right this way, sir,” she replied, plastering a fake smile on her face.
We followed her to a table for two by the window, and Victor pulled my seat out so I could sit down first.
“Victor, you don’t have to go all out,” I whispered as he sat in front of me, chuckling.
“Yes, I do.” His gaze held mine, and I bit my lip. “Please, darling, refrain from biting that lip. You know what it does to me.”
I pressed my lips together to hide my smile, and began browsing the drinks menu, trying to avoid how his words made me feel.
Still.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” Victor sipped his table water and then gazed at me over steepled fingers.
I flickered a glance his way. “You did. You look rather dashing yourself. Is that a new shirt?”
Victor nodded. “Hey, it’s not every day you take your stunning wife on a first date.”
“Ex,” I corrected him softly, and he held up his hands.
“Sorry.”
I ordered a non-alcoholic cocktail and sat back enjoying the soft jazz music playing in the background.
Victor gazed at me. “Have you given your job any more thought?”
I sipped my water and sighed. “I don’t want to work at a store for the rest of my life. I just don’t know where my interests lie. I looked at interior design courses, but I’m just so tired right now.”
Victor’s eyebrows rose with interest. “You were so good at decorating our home. Everyone always said so.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know; I just don’t have the energy.”
“Of course not, you won’t yet. Maybe after the baby is born, you can look into it? You know I’ll support you in any way that I can, plus Mom and Vanessa are already fighting over who’s looking after Zucchini.”
I grinned. “You can’t keep calling her that.”
“Why? It’s cute. Most people say bean or something, why not Zucchini?” he remarked, his eyes brimming with mirth.
“She needs a real name.”
