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Turning the corner, I spotted Amara perched on one of the bar stools talking to Kennedy. Moving behind her, I rested my hands on her shoulders, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.
"Hey, honey. Miss me?"
She jumped off of the stool and threw herself into my arms, burying her nose in my chest. Despite how much it sucked to take that hour break, the shower had been a good idea.
"Mmm." Amara's voice vibrated against my chest.
I laughed and looked over her head at Kennedy, who had an amused smile on her face. "At least I know it wasn't just me doing the missing."
Kennedy laughed.
"You smell so good, I wish I could eat you. My mouth is watering." Amara mumbled the words, continuing to bury her nose in my shirt.
"That could be arranged."
Grayson turned away from the stove where he was cooking dinner. "Gross. I've already seen enough PDA to last a lifetime. Can you two knock that shit off until you're in private?"
I chuckled. "It's up to Amara. I'm not planning on getting in the habit of telling her no."
She grinned, pulling the neck of my t-shirt down and licking the skin of my neck and chest. I felt that lick like a shot straight to my cock, but since we were in a room full of people, I tried to play it cool.
She ran her hand up my abs and eyed me hungrily. "God, I love your body."
I grabbed her hand and pulled it away, placing a kiss on her palm. I wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but I still wasn't convinced if she jumped into bed with me, she wouldn't think it was a mistake.
Kennedy laughed. "Let them have their fun, Gray." She turned toward us with a massive grin on her face. "He can be such a cockblocker, I swear."
Chuckling, I pulled Amara off her stool. "Hungry?"
When she looked up at me, her golden eyes darkened.
"For food," I clarified.
She bit her lip and nodded.
Damn, I had to be on my game tonight to not give in to her because I hadn't done much else over the past six weeks besides obsess about getting back inside Amara.
"Think you can eat pizza?"
She thought about it then wrinkled her nose. "Can we get waffles instead? They've been pretty much the only thing I can stomach. It doesn't matter what kind or what's on them."
I pulled out my phone and searched for a local place. I could do better than greasy diner food. I looked at food as fuel, and little P was dependent on Amara's body now. I'd feed my girls only the best.
Yep, I knew the baby was a girl. I felt it deep down. If she came out a boy, I'd be seriously shocked.
Tucking my phone away, I slung my arm across Amara's shoulders. "Gray, get that restaurant open already. We'd be heading there for dinner if it was open."
"Right?" Kennedy punched her brother in the arm. "I've been telling him to hurry it up. This city needs your food."
He turned to the stove, lifting the pan and giving it a shake. "I'm working on it. Another month or two and it'll be ready. I've told you guys a thousand times this is my shot. I'm not going to rush it."
"Well, if you need a taste tester, I'm your man," I said, eyeing the food on the stove. Grayson's cooking was next-level good. I'd never had anything better.
He smirked. "Don't you have to watch your figure? That wholerockstar personabullshit?"
I scoffed. "If you can cook it and taste test it so can I. The tasting part, not the cooking. Besides, I spend enough time between the gym, the stage, and the waves to keep my shit up."
"If you say so." He turned his back to us, and Kennedy grinned.
