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“He’s obsessed with you; I won’t argue with you on that. However, you can’t live here. This place is no home for two wild baby boys. Are you looking to move into a larger home?”
The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I hadn’t even gotten that far with Jaimie yet. We hadn’t even talked about living arrangements once the babies were born. Hell, we hadn’t even talked about names. She was right, though, we couldn’t live here, and I didn’t want to live here. I told myself that if I ever had kids, I wanted to live in one of Stonebridge's most exclusive gated communities with a big backyard in a neighborhood full of kids.
“I’ll call Ian and ask him to set up some house showings for tomorrow,” she said before I could even answer.
The gesture was thoughtful; however, I became wary of the strings attached to this newfound kindness. The other day, she was tearing Jaimie, a new one, about his poor choices in women. We finished dinner, and I retreated to the master bedroom, closing the door behind me. I didn’t want to engage in any more conversation with his mother. I could still smell his cologne from earlier in the day. It was lingering on the sheets beneath me. I missed him, and I guess he was missing me too because my phone vibrated violently on the end table next to me.
“Hey, baby girl. Fuck I miss you so much. I’ve only been gone a couple of hours, and I’m already losing my bloody marbles.
“Yes, and you left me here with your mother. Thanks.” I kicked off my slippers and climbed on the bed.
“I know, baby, I’m sorry, but she’ll be out of your hair tomorrow. Promise.”
A beat of silence passed as I listened to the faint voices and laughter filter through the speaker. “I’m looking at houses tomorrow. Your mother insisted.”
“Oh yeah? Well, isn’t that just peachy ay? Actually, it’s perfect timing because I secretly hate the penthouse, so do us a favor and pick something we both will love.”
The thought of house shopping with an unlimited budget made me giddy. My mom never owned her own home, and the only piece of property I had was sitting in the garage. Although I owned the bus, it wasn’t a place where I could raise a family. I wanted stability and safety.
“Well, what about your taste? How can I pick out a home without you?” I leaned into my pillow and let my heart go haywire at the sound of his low chuckle.
“I’ll love whatever you love, baby girl. But Daddy has to go now, so promise me you’ll get a good night's sleep?”
I rubbed my belly and nestled my head into the pillow. “Promise.”
“Good girl.”
A smile played across my face as I stared at the ceiling, thinking about Daddy and our new family. Listening to him swoon over the idea of me picking out the home we would raise our kids in had butterflies flooding my core. I headed toward the guest bedroom to let his mother know I would only be interested in looking at homes in specific neighborhoods. I approached the door, and her low, raspy voice strained through the phone as I got closer.
“Is he meeting her for dinner? He needs to be there, call him and make sure he shows up on time.”
The blood running through my veins went from warm to hot, and my mind started to race with questions.Who was he, and who was he meeting? Was it Daddy?A coldness swept over me, and I no longer had the urge to talk to her, although I wanted to know who she was talking to. I turned, letting my eyes glide over the good night text with a heart emoji Daddy sent me a couple of seconds ago, and I could feel a sting starting to form in the back of my eyes.
CHAPTER9
Remy
I could hardly sleepdue to the thoughts running through my mind. His mother’s words echoed through my brain all night. I wanted to call him back, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions or, worse, bother him when he’s working and doing business things. Why would he go through all this trouble just to throw it away? It didn’t make any sense, and I knew he loved me.
My phone chimed on the bathroom vanity; it was Samantha. She text to tell me that she was on her way, and another text from Ian followed close behind. His mother left a note stating that Daddy’s business partner and close friend would be escorting me to a few house showings. Samantha loud pitched squeal almost took out my hearing when I told her last night. She begged to come along, knowing I couldn’t say no.
I grabbed a muffin off the kitchen island and met Ian and Samantha out front. A black SUV waited outside the glass doors. I could see the top of Samantha’s head through the crack in the rolled-down window. The inside smelled like musk and wood. Everything reminded me of him. My eyes glanced at the screen on Samantha’s phone. Her thumb glided down the page as she scanned the long list of popular baby names. I told her last night that I hadn’t even thought about the babies’ names, but it was time to start getting serious.
“The top ten most popular boy names. Hmmm. What about Timothy?” she asked, her eyes still glued to the screen.
I curled my hair around my finger as I leaned into her, squinting to see the small font. “Hate it. Timothy is a name fit for bullying, and those guys are always weird.”
“Weird? How so?”
“Come on. I know you remember stinky fingers, Tim, right? The client from Cali?” Samantha bent over, trying her hardest to contain her laugh. Ian’s eyes slid to mine and then back to his phone.
“Oh yea, we all remember him. Okay, so Timothy is out the question.”
“Do I want to know?” Ian asked, his eyes scanning the lit screen on his phone.
“What about Ace?” she asked before I could answer Ian’s question.
“Umm, seems so bad boyish.”
