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Graham
A weekinto visiting my ma and sister, I realizedjusthow fucked I am.
And not because my sister and Ma have spent every waking moment with Emery, but because every momentIspend with Emery Davidson, I realize how hard I’m falling.
It’s like the ground has opened up beneath my feet, and I’m free-falling. For this girl with the bunny slippers. For my best friend’s little sister. For the mother of my babies.
For a girl who will probably never let me close enough to penetrate the wall she’s built up around her heart.
“Why are there so many different stroller choices?” Emery groans, dropping her head onto the magazine of strollers she’s been idly flipping through for the last hour.
“Mmm. Not sure, babe.”
She points out two strollers that look exactly the fucking same. I mean... seriously, I can’t tell a single difference between them, aside from one saying Elite, and the other not.
My brow furrows in confusion.
What the hell is happening right now?
They lookexactlythe fucking same.
“Uh… those are the same?” I say.
This is not my area of expertise and, apparently, not Em’s either, judging by her reaction.
Emery groans again then slams the magazine closed and leans back in the chair, her hand going to her stomach. “I want food. Like, horribly bad for me food that is full of sugar or grease. Maybe both. And I want to never have to choose between strollers and car seats, and baby wearers. Or breast pumps or any of this stuff that I know nothing about. I’ve been looking at statistics and car-seat reports, and all of these different choices for so long, my eyes are going to fall out of my head.”
“Whenever we get home, we’ll go to the store and talk to someone. They have to know more about this stuff than us. Plus, you could talk to Maddison or Juliet; they’ve been here before and probably have tons of shit to tell you about.”
“True. I’m going to call Maddison whenever we get home. Oh!” She shoots up from her chair and comes back with her laptop, taking her seat again.
“Our gender ultrasound is scheduled for the Tuesday we get back.”
Finally. Fuck, I feel like it’s been ten years since we found out she was pregnant. Not true, I know, but it feels like it. I’ve heard of my friends’ wives waiting to find out the sex of their baby until birth, and I am so fucking thankful that Em isn’t torturing me that way.
I need to know if my gut is right.
Girls.
My eyes drift back to the magazine, and I shrug. “I can’t help with all of this, even though I wish I could, but I think I can help with the food part. You wanna go somewhere with me?”
A grin tugs at the corner of her lips. “Another sunrise?”
I shake my head. “Nah, how about a sunset and something better?”
She pauses briefly, glancing back down at the magazine spread out in front of her. “I need a break, so I’m down.”
Best thing I’ve heard all day.
After a quick shower, I wait for Em on the porch with Ma talking about the babies, and hell was it well worth it when Emery comes through the screen door, stepping out onto the porch.
She’s wearing my favorite pair of cut off shorts, with a fitted tank that hugs her stomach. Her hair is wet and tied to the side in a messy braid. Lip gloss shines on her plump lips.
So goddamn kissable.
I shoot up from the rocking chair and walk over to her, sliding my hands up her jaw before she can protest, and I fucking kiss her.
The lip gloss on her lips tastes like cherries, and fuck, if we were alone, I’d do a lot more than kiss it clean off her lips. It’s been seven days since I’ve been inside her and I’m losing my damn mind.
