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“Oh my word, are you okay?” Jasmine comes running in, a platter of cake samples in her hand.
“He’s fine,” I reply with a nonchalant wave, not even looking over at my stupid fake fiancé as he climbs off the floor. Jasmine sets the platter down and goes to Latham, trying to help him off the floor. “Is this chocolate?” I ask, diving into the first cake sample without a care in the world.
“It is,” Jasmine replies, a little out of sorts. I can feel her eyes as she glances from Latham to me, probably trying to determine how I can be so unconcerned at my fiancé being laid out on the floor. That thought makes me giggle.
“Something funny?” he whispers in my ear, his hot breath tickling my earlobe. I admit I shiver. Just a little.
“Are you okay, dimple bottom?” I ask, chewing my first chocolate cake sample and offering him a victorious grin.
“I’m fine, sweet cheeks. Falling more in love with you every second of every day,” he coos, stroking one of his big fingers down my jaw. His words finally register: love.
And suddenly, I’m choking on my cake.
Latham starts pounding on my back as I gasp and swallow my mouthful.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Jasmine comes over holding her hands to her mouth. “I hope the pieces weren’t cut too big,” she adds, glancing down at the platter.
“No,” I gasp, wiping away the tears that developed, “it’s fine. They’re fine. I just got so…choked up on my…love for Latham.” His name comes out a whisper.
“See, she’s fine. We just can’t contain our love,” Latham flaps, offering Jasmine a wide smile. It’s a charismatic one that makes women everywhere giggle like schoolgirls.
And cue the giggle in three…two…one…
Jasmine giggles. “Let’s have a seat. I usually have more flavors to sample, but since you’ve just stopped in, I don’t have a full variety. But this is a good start,” she says, handing Latham the match to the sample I already tried. “This is double chocolate cake with a mocha and French vanilla icing.”
I watch as Latham brings it to his mouth. I can’t take it anymore. I need it. So, I reach out and take the cake and shove it in my mouth. He laughs, while Jasmine looks at me like I’m a monster. No, Latham is the cake-eating monster. This was his brilliant idea, so I get all the cake.
“Good?” he asks, licking the bits of cake and icing left on his fingers.
“So good.” Yes, my mouth is full when I say it.
“Wow, okay,” Jasmine says, her wide eyes full of shock. “I guess you like that one. This one,” she says, pushing a sample toward each of us, “is a banana cream cake with white chocolate fudge icing.” I shove the sample into my mouth whole. “It’s fabulous with fresh bananas layered with milk chocolate fudge.”
“Jesus, Latham, did you taste this?” I ask, glancing at my pseudo-fiancé. He has yet to eat his sample, but is intensely watching me devour mine. He slowly takes a bite, a drop of white chocolate icing dotting his upper lip. I want to lick it.
I’m sure that’s the icing talking…
“It’s delicious, giggle lips.”
“What else do you have?” I ask, glancing down lovingly at the succulent little samples of cake.
“My goodness, you do love your sweets. I’d do anything to have your metabolism,” Jasmine says, sliding a third sample in front of me.
“Oh, it’s starting to catch up with her, isn’t that right, gingersnap?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, glaring at him across the table, savoring the sweet strawberry cake piece.
“Oh, it’s nothing, angel cakes. I don’t care at all that you’ve put on a little weight,” he assures me, the cake in my mouth suddenly turning dry and heavy.
“Weight? But Harper still looks as amazing as ever,” Jasmine says with an uncomfortable chuckle.
“She does,” Latham assures. “I just can’t help but notice how much she’s been eating lately. And she’s putting it on in the middle. It makes me wonder if maybe…” he says, looking down at my stomach.
I glance down, trying to figure out what in the hell he’s talking about, when suddenly, Jasmine bursts with excitement. “Oh my God, she’s pregnant!”
“What?” I wheeze, gulping down the sawdust cake.
“Well, I don’t know for sure, but there are signs,” Latham says casually, taking a healthy bite of strawberry cake. “Wow, this one is delicious. It might be my favorite. What do you think, Mama?”
