I look up at him, my heart nearly ready to burst out of my chest. “Really? You like it?”
“If you don’t like it, then no, we can look at more, but?—”
“No, Adam, it’s perfect. I’m a little mad I didn’t think of it.” I settle back against his chest. “Foster Wright…we’re going to need a middle name now.”
Adam tilts his head back with a sarcastic groan. “Here we go again.”
Chapter 32
Adam
“No.” Mia slams her hand down on her alarm without even lifting her head from her pregnancy pillow.
I’ve heard her do it three times this morning so far. Her average for snoozing has significantly increased as she’s moved into the third trimester. We’re closing in on thirty-five weeks, and I believe the snooze cycle is up to six.
Moving from our bathroom, I squat down in front of her. “Honey?—”
“No,” she grumbles, eyes not even twitching.
I’d lightly rub her back to help wake her up, but my entire career hinges on having both hands. “You don’t have to open your eyes or get up yet, but can you listen?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Your mom is going to be here soon to finish setting up for the baby shower…”
Before I can continue, Mia groans.
“Whose idea was it to have the shower here?”
“Yours, honey.”
Mia buries her face deeper into her pillow. “Why did I do that? That was second trimester me. I hate her.”
It’s not funny, but I can’t help but huff in amusement. Mia’s been nearly unstoppable this entire pregnancy. While I’m happy she’s starting to slow down—I know she’s getting uncomfortable.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Can you go back in time and talk some sense into past me? Put your foot down or something?”
“How far back am I supposed to go? Are we talking like before the baby shower or before going out with me?”
That gets me a faint smile. “Baby shower. Don’t you dare change anything else.”
“Sorry, I think I can only go back in year increments.”
“Dammit, Adam.” Mia peeks half her face up from her pillow. “Will you lie with me for a minute then?”
I have exactly zero extra time today, but there’s not a thing in this world that could keep me from climbing into bed with her. Especially not this pregnancy pillow that does its best to keep me a good foot away while sleeping.
I maneuver the back part of the pillow the best I can and slide in behind her.
She lets out a little sigh. “Much better.”
“For about five minutes until you get too hot.”
Mia snorts a laugh. “Well, maybe if someone wasn’t a human-incarnate of a furnace I’d cuddle longer.”
“You used to love how warm I was.”
