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“It feels right to me too,” I admit. “Wow, I’m surprised that didn’t take us the whole pregnancy,” I joke.
“Now we need a middle name.”
She takes the book from me and flips back a few pages.
She bites her lip as she scans the page and then a slow grin appears on her lips.
“This one for a boy, and that one for a girl.” She points out two different names.
I think it over, putting them with the first names I picked. I smile from ear to ear at her. “It’s perfect, Thea.”
She tosses the book down on the bed and throws her arms around my neck.
I press my hand to her stomach. “Did you hear that, Baby Bean Kincaid? You have a name. Now we just have to find out if you’re a boy or girl.”
Thea
“Holy shit!” Xander looks over at me with a little smirk. I roll my eyes. “I’ll put a quarter in the swear jar when we get home, scouts’ honor.” I cross my fingers over my chest.
He chuckles, entirely amused. “So you like the place?” he asks as he pulls up the rest of the drive to the chalet.
The house is huge, much too large for two people to stay in for a weekend. The side of the house facing us is covered with windows, which overlook the stunning view of the mountains.
“It’s beautiful,” I say honestly. “Especially since there’s no snow.”
“We’re coming back when there is snow—I want to go snowboarding. We should bring everybody.”
“That might be fun,” I agree. “But I’m not snowboarding.”
He shakes his head at me and parks the truck. “You’d be eight months pregnant, so yeah, no snowboarding for you.”
I look down at my stomach and mumble, “Sometimes I forget the thing is in there.”
He laughs. “Thing?”
I wave a hand dismissively. “Thing. Alien. Bean. Baby. Whatever you want to call it.”
“If anything or anyone is an alien, it’s you,” he counters.
My mouth pops open for a retort, but I have nothing, because he’s right.
I’m definitely a species of my own, and I’m perfectly okay with that.
We hop out of the truck and Xander grabs our bag—he tried to get me to put both our things in one duffel bag so we wouldn’t have to contend with an extra bag, but I’m a girl and I need options so I shot him down. So, instead, I have my suitcase and he has a bag.
I’m thankful he didn’t try to blindfold me this time. I might’ve karate chopped the stupid thing out of his hand.
We head up the stairs to the front door and Xander mutters to himself.
“I forgot the code.”
“Are we locked out then?” I ask.
He shakes his head, putting down our bags. “It’s in my email on my phone. Give me a second.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and presses a couple of buttons. “Got it.”
He pushes the numbers on the electronic keypad and the door dings before he swings it open.
He grabs our bags and steps inside. I follow, my head on a swivel with my mouth agape.
