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“And you’re changing me. For the better.”
“Fuck the pancakes.” He tosses the mangled spatula to the side and lifts me.
A thrill shoots through me, but the sounds down the hall bring me back to reality. “I can’t be the reason Jewls doesn’t get her breakfast.”
“Let her fiancé handle her.”
I’m about to agree when my stomach betrays me, rumbling loud enough for him to hear. He glances at my stomach and places me back on my feet. “Keep your sweetness to yourself until after I can feed you.”
“I’ll do my best.” I back away as Jewls and Major enter the kitchen.
She gives me a knowing look, popping a strawberry in her mouth. “How are you this morning?”
I smile at my friend, answering with my own grin. “Absolutely perfect.”
12
FORD
I round the curve to the kitchen and stop dead, slinking behind the column. Jewls glances down the hall to their bedroom then tiptoes to the pantry. She shuffles through the bottles of vitamins and supplements, grabs a large tube, and sneaks to the corner.
A chuckle threatens to erupt as she pulls out three Twizzler strands and shoves them in her mouth. A low moan escapes and she ducks as if the sound might give her away.
“Busted.”
She jumps high in the air, the tube clattering to the floor. “Fawd!” My name is a garbled mess with her full mouth.
I pick up the container and read the label, trying to keep a straight face. “Gas relief?”
She finishes chewing, glaring at me until she swallows. “No one wants to talk about gas, so it was my safest option.”
“Have you ever spoken to Major about our time in the service? That man won’t blink an eye at this.”
She huffs. “It was my only hope!”
“How about you cut back on the sweets?”
“It’s not my fault. He’s becoming unbearable.”
“He’s protective. This is all new to him, and he’s not sure how to handle not being in control. You’re carrying his children.”
“Twizzlers are not a risk to my pregnancy.”
“Fair enough.” I hand the tube back. “Your secret is safe with me.”
She flashes me a grateful smile and snags another piece before stashing it at the back of the shelf.
I hold her eyes, feeling the change in the air. I’ve been around this woman enough to know when her professional training kicks into gear.
“Where’s Rowan?”
“In the shower.”
“Alone?”
“Obviously.”
“Why?”
