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But being with him feels much better than beingalone.
We stay on the couch and talk about everything that’s happened since we last saw each other. Maven is feeling better and is back to her usual self. She’s been asking hundreds of questions about where Iam.
Dallas tucks me into bed and turns around toleave.
“Are you not staying the night?” I ask,disappointed.
He smiles. “Hell yes, I am. But I need to get rid of those ugly-ass flowersfirst.”
I can’t help but laugh. I neededthat.
He comes back with an even brighter smile on his face, and I arch my brows inquestion.
“You baked me cookies,” hestates.
“Tried to.” I frown. “They’re a littleburned.”
“You do likeme.”
We spend the rest of the night eating burned cookies inbed.
* * *
“Maven misses you,”he whispers in myear.
It’s morning, and the faint ray of sunlight peeks through the windows as we lie in bed. My hand is in his. My legs are a wild mess across his. It feels good to have him backhere.
I shut my eyes. “I miss her. Tell her I’ll be seeing her soon.” His hand tightens around mine, and I sigh. “So, this is what grief feelslike.”
No wonder Dallas was so miserable when Lucy died. This pain is what he was feeling. This void in my heart is what he was goingthrough.
“Losing someone isn’t fun.” His breathing slows. “I just wish we could’ve met him even if it was for only aminute.”
His eyes are on me when I shift to rest my chin on his warm chest and smile up at him. I sag against his body when his arms wrap around my back, and he settles me next to him, his fingers tracing myspine.
“Him?” Iask.
He chuckles. “Is it bad I was convinced we were having aboy?”
I can feel his thick breathing when I stroke his chest. “I was so convinced we were having a girl, I had a name pickedout.”
“Is it Daphne?” he asks, and I can feel his laughter through his chest. “She can hang out with Scooby, and they’ll chase ghoststogether.”
An even bigger roar of laughter comes from his chest when I pinch his nipple. “No!” I follow his lead, feeling it coming from the bottom of my stomach, and damn, does it feel good for something other than pain to consume me. “Can I ask you for a favorthough?”
Henods.
“Let’s wait until we have the baby before choosing a name. I don’t want to get my hopes up and then have somethinghappen.”
His arm tightens around me. “Nothing willhappen.”
I reach up and run my fingers over the stubble on his cheeks. “Just incase.”
“We’ll wait. And, when you have our baby and it’s a girl, we’ll go with the name you choose. If it’s a boy, we’ll go withmine.”
I smile. “I like thatidea.”
“Now, can I ask you a favor? You don’t have to answer right away. Think about it and get back with me when youdecide.”
