“What?” I twist my lips into a smile as he gives me a knowing look.
“You sure you can wait?” He arches a brow.
“Um, I think it’s you who can never wait.”
He chuckles and tips his head to one side. “You got me.”
The toaster pops and he takes the bread out and butters it. I love watching him in the kitchen like this. He seems happy and relaxed when he’s doing things for me. I still make his coffee every morning for him, but he’s been insistent on making me breakfast.
“I know they’re excited to see.” I grin at him as he puts the toast onto a plate and then spoons two perfectly poached eggs on top.
“I’m sure they are.” He places the plate in front of me on the breakfast counter and watches as I pick up my cutlery.
“They thought I was joking when I said you’d bought an in-home ultrasound machine.”
“I want to see our baby every day,” he replies seriously, his eyes on me to make sure I’m starting to eat.
He’s become obsessed with making sure I eat properly, saying the baby needs it. He’s actually become obsessed with everything baby related, and my heart melts more each time he places his hand over my stomach and talks to it or presses kisses to it when we’re lying in bed.
And then there’s the ultrasound machine that arrived the day we came home from hospital. He’s been insistent on checking on the baby frequently even though it still resembles a blob.
A blob with a heartbeat.
I smile at him as he watches me eat.
“I’ll come with you to the airport to meet them,” he says.
“Don’t you have a meeting about the repair work at Seasons?”
Sterling pulls the stool next to mine out and sinks into it, his body facing me.
“I rescheduled it.”
He wraps an arm around my waist and dips his head to kiss my shoulder.
“You sent your private jet to pick them up from England. I’m sure they won’t expect you to miss work to collect them too.”
“I sentyourprivate jet, Hallie.”
“Oh yeah. How could I forget?Myjet that you bought three of so I could choose my favorite.”
He chuckles and presses another kiss to my shoulder as I shake my head at him with a smile.
“I like to give. You’d better get used to it, because it’s not long until you vow to agree to a whole lifetime of it in front of our family and friends.”
“We need to decide where to have it first, otherwise there won’t be a wedding.”
His eyes take on the intensity that they get when he’s about to say something important.
“What is it? Do you have an idea where we could have it?” My voice lifts in hope. I’ve been looking for places, but nothing has stood out as special enough.
“I do,” he murmurs. “But I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it.”
“Tell me.” I place my cutlery down and turn, giving him my full attention.
His eyes search mine as he exhales slowly.
“Cape Town.”
