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We browse the mall for hours until my lower back starts to tighten. Looking down, I see my ankles are starting to swell, too, and that’s when I know it’s time to sit. We ended up finding matching green onesies for the triplets that read I’m new here on the front. Even though we got the zero to three month size, they won’t be able to wear them for a while.
I found Courtney a baby journal so she can document everything that happens while they’re in the NICU. I’ve always found that journaling helps me cope with stress and figured she could write in it while she’s recovering from her C-section.
Then we found a blue onesie with a matching bib set that reads I get my looks from my daddy and plan to show it off to everyone to announce we’re having a boy.
Alex was such a champ shopping with me today. He didn’t complain once and even pointed out stuff that we should put on our baby registry. Sometimes I’d just stare at him and wonder how I got so lucky to be with a man who’s this excited about becoming a father. Not that I wouldn’t expect him to be in normal circumstances, but given our situation, I truly had no idea how he’d react to all of this. Considering I barely knew him, there were a handful of reactions I was anticipating, but none like this.
“You’re really great, you know that?” I tell him when we’re both standing in the nearly empty nursery.
He arches a brow. “You’re just now figuring that out?” The corner of his lips tilts up, grinning.
I teasingly roll my eyes and move close. “Are you always this humble?”
“Very.”
When I step into his space, he takes advantage and wraps his arms around my waist to pull me even closer.
“Pretty soon, my belly is going to be so big, your arms won’t be able to fit.”
“Nah. I have long arms.” He flashes me a wink and tightens his grip.
I gaze up at him, my eyes telling him everything my mouth doesn’t. He leans down and presses his lips to mine. They feel so good; I don’t stop or push him away. Hell, I welcome them. I reach my arms around him, fisting my fingers in his shirt. My breath hitches when his lips move down my jawline and suck on my neck. My head falls back, encouraging him, and when he moans against my flesh, I nearly lose it right then.
His lips make their way back to mine, and as he cups my face, I feel the hardness under his jeans rub against me. It’s been so long that I’m desperate to touch and taste him again, but I don’t want things to change between us. The moment sex is back on the table, I know there will be that shift. Once those boundaries have been crossed, we can’t ever go back. We’re waiting, building our relationship from the ground up, and making sure what we have is something that can last. Jumping back into bed together can create a whole other set of problems that we don’t need.
At this moment, though, I don’t let those thoughts stop me from kissing him. His hand roams down my side and grips my ass, pushing my hips harder into his erection. Fuck, it feels so damn good. It makes me want him even more, and I’m ready to throw all our rules out the window because feeling him inside me again is the only thing I can think about.
My fingers cling to him as if my life depends on it. He reaches under my shirt and cups my breast, squeezing. A moan releases from my lips, and just as I grab for his jeans, his phone rings and interrupts our moment.
We break apart, both panting. Alex curses and pulls his cell from his pocket.
“Yeah?” he answers, annoyed.
I try catching my breath, adjusting my bra and shirt. Oh my God. That got out of hand way too fast.
“Fuck. Okay, I’ll be right there.”
He hangs up the call and looks at me with dreamy eyes.
“Sorry, that was John. He needs help with the horses quick. Apparently, a gate was left open, and they’re roaming freely around the B&B.”
I lick my lips and nod. “Okay. I’m going to get ready for bed.”
He steps forward, closing the gap between us. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He kisses my forehead before walking out of the nursery.
Once I hear his truck rumble to life, I lean against the wall and slide down it. Shit, that was intense. And close. I was nearly ready to rip off his jeans and ask him to fuck me six ways to Sunday.
I’m not sure if Alex and I can ever recreate the intensity we had in Key West, but I know being around him always ignites a fire inside me. Anytime he’s near, I can’t deny it. One thing I know for sure—if his phone hadn’t rung, the small shred of willpower that’s been stretched to the max would’ve finally snapped.
