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"You're glowing today, baby," I murmured, watching her with adoration as she told me about a song she’d been writing that afternoon.
Her cheeks flushed pink, and my mouth watered. My sex drive had been even more insane knowing she was pregnant, like I had some kind of pregnancy kink.
Another thing for me to examine later.
We settled down on a patch of grass, and I pulled out the blanket and spread it out, making sure Olivia was comfortable before joining her. My gaze kept dipping to her flat stomach, wishing the bump was already there.
A large and in charge sign that she was mine.
I opened the basket and freaked out when I saw that she’d packed sandwiches for the picnic. Our cook, Marsha, had gone grocery shopping this week before the positive test and our fridge had been full of contraband items before I went through it.
How the fuck had I missed the deli lunchmeat?
“This looks good,” I said, leaning over the basket so that my body was blocking what I was doing, and grabbing the sandwiches so I could slip them behind me. “Let’s see what we got. Fruit salad, chips, pasta salad, and holy fuck….are these Marsha’s german chocolate brownies?”
“Yeah, she made a batch for us this afternoon. But aren’t there sandwiches in there?” she asked, trying to look into the basket.
“What’s that kid doing?” I muttered, throwing the sandwiches as far as I could behind me when she turned her attention over to where I’d been staring.
“Which one?” she asked, confused because there were tons of kids at the park right then.
“He was eating some grass. Really weird,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders when she looked back over to me. “Now what were you saying before that?”
“What? Oh, um. Sandwiches. There were supposed to be sandwiches in the basket.”
I made a big show of moving items and looking around. “I’m not seeing sandwiches, but the rest of it looks amazing.”
“Crap. I’m sorry,” she muttered, her nose wrinkling when I opened up the pasta salad.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. Maybe don’t eat that. Something smells off about it.”
“Oh,” I answered, immediately closing the lid while mourning the chance to eat pasta salad. It was my favorite.
“Apparently I didn’t do a very good job with this picnic,” she huffed as I pulled out what was left.
“Looks perfect to me,” I told her as I stared at her hungrily.
She swooned like I’d said something particularly romantic before she grabbed a chip and took a bite.
It was nice to be out here like this with her. I’d stopped leaking where we were going to the paps last week when Jeff had finally come up with more evidence against Marco and Jolette and I could stop with my ruse.
I’d been ignoring texts from them all week, all of them complaining about the lack of recent stories.
The stupid fools had no idea what was coming.
It was nice to have a break from the cameras, although I had liked the pics. I had a folder on my computer with all of them.
A few more weeks and I’d have everything in place so that we could have a lifetime of days like this.
After we’d eaten what was left in the basket—excluding the pasta salad of course, she laid in my arms.
And I pretended it was completely normal for me to cradle her stomach the entire time.
CHAPTER 26
OLIVIA
