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“Cami may have gotten a wild hair.”
“Oh, hell. Usually, I’m the wild one. What is she up to?” I sit up as far as I can with a beachball resting on my thighs and peer out the front windshield. The four cars lining my curb are a dead giveaway.
“Just tell me it isn’t a party.” I groan and flop back against the seat. “I’m tired of alcohol-free celebrations.”
Nathan cuts me a sharp glance. “You better get used to it. You have eighteen kid birthday parties in your future.”
“Ha! You think Cami and I haven’t been sneaking booze at every single one of Evelyn’s parties? I didn’t say we need to tie one on, but I could kill for a glass of red right about now.”
He navigates the truck up my drive as close to my front door as he can get and parks. He kills the engine and slings an arm over the back of the seats. “Can’t you have just a glass? I thought I read somewhere that a single glass is okay in the third trimester.”
I wave him off and unbuckle my belt. “Not for me. I’m not risking it with a single drop.” I look up and catch him gaping at me. “What?”
“Nothing, babe. You just continue to surprise me.”
“I’m not a wino, babe. I’ve enjoyed weekly happy hour in the past, and sure, maybe too much tequila led to our swift induction to parenthood, but I can go a year without a drink if it means keeping our baby safe. Why is that surprising? I think I should be offended.”
“Definitely not. Forget I said a thing,” he drawls and exits the cab.
I open my door to hop out my side. “Well, now you’re just fucking with me!” My voice is a little too loud with company waiting inside. Not to mention, the entire neighborhood can hear. He appears at my door and takes my elbow, once again assisting me from the truck.
“You have no idea how much I’d like to be fucking with you,” he growls in my ear before straightening.
My thighs quiver like he just gave me a mini orgasm.
By the number of cars on my street, I can tell this isn’t a large get-together. I’m grateful people wait just inside because Nathan set off a sexual atomic bomb. I don’t think the threat of bed rest would be enough to keep me from tearing his pants off and mounting him if we’d been alone.
As it is, the tension has me contemplating if I can sneak him for bathroom blow job while my Mimi and Papa are in the other room.
When we enter, my family members mill about my open plan living room and kitchen. Mimi and Papa are on the sofa conversing with Regina, and my mom, dad, Cami, and Law are gathered around a spread on my kitchen island.
“Well, hello!” Cami calls. I toe off my boots, but when the left one becomes a struggle, Nathan drops to his knees to help.
“Hey, what’s this?” My voice is breathless from the man before me, and she doesn’t miss it if her smirk is any indication. I buy myself time and cross into the living room to give my grandparents a hug.
“Child, are you sure there’s not two in there? You sure are large for just one,” Mimi yells in my ear as I pull back from my hug.
“Oh, I’m sure! Must have had too many tacos.”
She pairs her wrinkled nose with a grimace.
“Regina,” I greet stiffly with a nod. Her reply, if she has one, is lost as I move to the kitchen to finish welcoming my guests.
“How was the appointment?” Mom hands me a small plate of finger foods.
Nathan appears behind me and pulls out one of my island chairs. “Sit. Then answer questions.”
I set the plate in front of me and hop up onto a chair. “The appointment went well,” I reply over a dry mouthful of crackers. “I’m on modified bed rest now hopefully until thirty-six weeks.”
Mom’s face glows with that news. I know she’s anxious to meet her first grandchild. If it were safe for him to come out, I’m sure she would have spent this trip running me through the catalog of old wives’ tales to induce labor. Evening primrose, drinking castor oil, spicy foods, pineapple, a steam treatment for my vag. I wouldn’t put it past my mom to try every trick in the book.
“Cami, dear, can you get me a coffee?” Regina interrupts from the other room.
She exerted herself cleaning my house the other day, and it still sparkles from her efforts. I’m actually not embarrassed to have so many people unannounced at my house because of her. But a part of me holds out for a heartfelt verbal apology that may or may not come.
“Sure, Regina. Anyone else?”
“I’ll take one,” Mimi demands. “Put some booze in it, girl!”
