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When my brother and his wife get back to the table, it’s abundantly obvious that they’ve been ‘doing it’. Emma’s hair is mussed up. Jasper just straight-up looks high.
I can’t help but be annoyed.
“Sorry about that,” Jasper mumbles, taking his seat again. “We were, uh, putting Sparkle down for a nap in the guest room.”
“Yeah. Sorry, guys. It took her longer to fall asleep than we expected it would,” Emma adds.
“Hey, blame it on the kid. Never mind us. It’s not like we have a special guest here tonight to meet you.” I kick Jasper under the table. Hard.
“Ouch!” He jabs me in the ribs and whispers so only I can hear. “Liked you better before you got your cherry popped. You were way nicer back then.”
I hate to be a party-pooper but dammit, can’t my brother keep it in his pants for a few hours? I’ve kept it in mine my whole damn life. It’s not that hard.
Well, it wasn’t hard before Nadia. Now? It’s hardall…the…time…
No pun intended.
In all seriousness, though, before her, I was fine to keep my virginity for the foreseeable future. But now? Fuck, I want her. Every minute of every day.
Her mouth is the stuff wet dreams are made of. And her pussy…I can’t even think about her pussy without getting hot and light-headed. I’malwayshorny for my wife.
On second thought, Itotallyget where Jasper is coming from.
“Speaking of babies…” Grammy calls cheerfully from the head of the table, her eyes on Nadia. “I hate to be forward, dearie, but is there a reason you haven’t finished your glass of wine?”
“Uh. I…” Nadia glances around the table.
Grammy continues, in a sweet-as-pie tone. “It’s just that I was going to offer you a refill, and I noticed you’ve barely touched your glass.”
We all know what Grammy is getting at. She’s been on a great-grandchild kick for the past few months. Now she’s dragging poor Nadia into the middle of it.
Meanwhile, my Dream Girl seems to be looking for a way to respond without offending our hostess.
Grammy is too excited to control herself for long. She blurts out, no filter in sight for her. “Are youwith child, dearie?” she lights up, asking the question pointedly.
“My god, Grams. No,” I intervene to save my wife whose shoulders are now huddled up around her ears.
“I’m really not,” Nadia insists.
My grandmother’s face drops with disappointment. “Oh…” Then she adds. “You don’t have to hide it from me if you are.”
“Grammy, seriously. Nadia only likes dry wine. This stuff you poured is too sweet for her,” I explain. “She’s just too polite to say so.”
Nadia’s eyes find mine, thanking me for bailing her out. But there’s something else there. A sort of wonder. I think she’s surprised that I know her tastes so well. Why would she be surprised? I told her I intend to learn everything about her.
Grammy’s still not ready to let the topic go. “I only have one request. I would be honored if you’d consider naming your baby after me when the time comes,” she continues.
Oh, boy…
The rest of the family snickers quietly. The jerks.
“Uh…Thank you, Mrs. Westbrook. We’d love that, but we’re really not preg—” Nadia tries.
“Don’t worry! It doesn’t have to be my first name. I have two strong middle names. Or! If it’s a boy, you can always go with my maiden name for his first name. I hear that’s really popular these days.”
“Okay, Grammy. Noted.” I say, shaking my head and giving Nadia’s shoulder a squeeze.
It’s awkward to say the least, but at least it gets my grandmother off our back. Though I’m fairly certain I can see her scheming silently, even from all the way over where she’s sitting.
