Conor’s already inside somewhere—probably has Eloise strapped to a bed.
I step into the house, not seeing Kyleigh. Then she turns a corner, holding Parker. My entire body calms, and I drop my bag and cross the room.
“Hey, stranger,” she says with a big smile.
I wrap my arms around her and our son, kissing her forehead then Parker’s. Her hand grips the back of my jacket, and she sighs as if in relief.
Finally.
“Daddy needs a shower,” she says to Parker.
I draw back and stare at them for a second, then Kyleigh. “Close your eyes, little man.”
I press my lips to hers and slide my tongue through the seam of her mouth, kissing her thoroughly.
Nothing feels sweeter than this moment.
sixteen
Kyleigh
Parker ison his activity mat in our bedroom, and I stand in the doorway of the ensuite between him on the floor and Rowan in the shower.
God, he looks good. Tired and worn down, but still so gorgeous. He keeps telling me the stories of what they went through, and I really care and want to know, but the news about me being pregnant is on the tip of my tongue and pressing against my lips, demanding I blurt it out. Holding this secret for the last day has felt like a year.
“They have this grandma Uber gang called GrannyGo, and they wear these purple velvet tracksuits that are bedazzled,” he says.
“Really?”
He turns off the water, opens the shower door, and if we didn’t have our son in the room, I might have jumped him.
“Ky, you can’t stare at my dick like that and not expect me to fuck you on this counter.” He strips the towel from the rack and dries himself.
“I wish all the couples weren’t having a little alone time right now because I’d ask them to watch Parker and let you fuck me on the counter.”
He steps out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist, and cuts across the room. He cages me to the door, glancing at Parker before his thigh nudges my legs open. “We could… I mean, he doesn’t know.”
“Rowan.” I push at his chest, and he chuckles.
“Yeah, I know, but you have no idea how badly I want you.” He runs his tongue along my jaw to my ear.
Reluctantly, I press my hands to his chest. “I do have an idea, because I want you just as bad.”
He kisses me briefly and goes to the sink, cracking his neck and putting on deodorant. I’ve watched him get ready so many times, but I’ve never appreciated how sexy he is. Well, I have, but it’s been a long time since I’ve clenched my thighs just watching him do everyday things.
“Tweetie was obsessed with Mabel’s cookies. I told you how he blew out the bathroom on the Greyhound, right? I’m waiting for that to show up on TMZ or some shit.”
I prop myself up on the counter. He slides between my open thighs and places his hands on my hips.
“And this guy at the car rental place.” He shakes his head. “He was so high, and he gave our car away. I thought I was going to reach across the desk and strangle him. I was so pissed.”
“Hey, sweetie.” I place my hands on his cheeks, running them down the stubble that’s grown there since yesterday.
He kisses me but starts into another story. “Oh, and there was this kid on the train. He said Drake was a better center than me?—”
“Babe.” I try to get his attention again.
“You should’ve seen his dad’s face?—”
