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“Last guess, Davidson, what’s your money on?” He grins, glancing down at the cupcakes between us.
“Hmmm. Boys.”
He shakes his head. “Let’s do this. The anticipation is fucking killing me.”
I laugh and nod.
We each pick up a cupcake, and I start the countdown, “One… two… Three.”
At the same time, we take a bite out of our cupcake. My eyes are glued to Graham’s cupcake, well what’s left of it, and the pink icing smeared along his lips.
“Graham,” I screech around my mouthful of cupcake, “It’s girls!”
“Fuck yes! I knew it.”
Scrambling from the floor he jumps up and pulls me to him, crushing me to his body in a hug, spinning me around the room.
I’m barely holding on to what’s left of the cupcake, giggling until I feel the tears wet my cheeks.
It’s the most wholesome, pure moment I’ve ever experienced, and no matter what happens after this… I’ll never forget this feeling.
“God, I’m so fucking happy, Em. Now we get to name them.”
He sets me gently down back on my feet but doesn’t let go. His arms stay circled around my back, rubbing gently along the strip of skin peeking out from my top. I inhale his scent, trying not to lean farther into his touch.
“Girls. I’d be the luckiest guy in the world if they look just like you, Davidson.” He brushes his thumb along my lip, and I nip at him, grazing my teeth along the tip of his finger playfully.
I feel his laugh in my stomach, the butterflies erupting and dancing inside me.
“Dark hair, those gorgeous baby blues, feisty, confident. Independent.”
I smirk. “They’ll probably grow up with a hockey stick in their hand if you or Reed have anything to say about it.”
“Well, they’re growing up in a family of hockey players, babe. Comes with the territory. Plus, we’re both competitive as hell, so I'm sure that’s another trait they’ll get.”
I bring the rest of my cupcake to my lips and stick my tongue out, flicking the icing off the top. Graham’s eyes darken as he watches.
I’ve learned in the past few weeks just how much I like Graham watching me. Doing lots of things.
“Keep licking that cupcake like that Emery Davidson, and we’ll make a mess.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Is that so?”
Another flick of my tongue. The vanilla icing melts in my mouth. One second, I’m devouring the cupcake, and the next, Graham’s picking me up, bridal style, and carrying me to the bedroom.
Somehow, before the night is over, I’m covered in icing, but I’m not complaining, not one bit.
