“Everyone okay in here?” Giovanna says. “No hyperventilating? And Emma, Iamasking about Jonas. I know you’re stronger than the men always believe.”
“I think they look okay,” Keisha says. “J, you okay? Em, how about you?”
“We’re good,” Jonas tells them while I bury my face in his neck and stifle a laugh.
Telling my favorite movie star and my baby’s daddy that I want to go down on him then being interrupted by his mother and his pop star cousin wasneveron my life bingo card.
But when I let myself think about it that way, this is even funnier.
“Mama? I sit Dada’s wap too?” Bash says, much,muchcloser than the rest of our guests. “We wead books?”
I feel Jonas’s heart give a hard thump beneath me, and I squeeze him tight and kiss his neck one last time before carefully untangling myself in the chair. “Later?” I whisper to Jonas.
“Later,” he agrees. “Worth the interruption.”
“I pway puter!” Bash shrieks as Jonas lifts him up too.
“Who wants a computer when you can have a Marshmallow?” Begonia asks.
And we’ve lost Bash again.
“Are you still pregnant?” I ask her.
“I’m making it to thirty-seven weeks, thank you very much,” she replies with a grin.
“I bet Françoise you’d go at thirty-six weeks and two days,” Keisha says.
“I think she’ll make it to thirty-nine,” Giovanna replies.
“Put your money where your mouth is, Aunt G.”
“Françoise already has it.”
“Congrats on going public, you two.” Begonia gives us a finger wave and a grin while she takes Bash’s hand and lets him pull her back down the hall. “Enjoy celebrating. Keisha, Hayes brought Françoise with us. She’s in the kitchen complaining about the coffee selection.”
“Coffee?” Keisha drifts back down the hall with Begonia too, Millie on her heels.
Giovanna leaves last, pulling the door shut behind her.
Jonas and I both stare at it like we’re waiting for it to re-open and everyone to come filing back in, laughing at the idea that they’d give us any privacy right now.
“That was possibly more chaos than pizza party night at my house back home,” I finally say.
“I miss home,” he replies.
I blink at him. “This…is…your main home.”
“Was,” he corrects. “Until I found you again. Now—now, my heart is here”—he touches mine—“and I can’t wait for the dust to settle so we can go back where you and Bash belong.”
“You know it’s impossible for me to keep my hands off of you when you say things like that,” I whisper while I slide my hands up under his shirt.
“I mean it, Emma,” he whispers back. “I love living inyourworld. I want to be part of your world. And I can’t wait to explore more of it.”
“I think,” I say, shuffling in the seat to position myself best to press a kiss to the skin over his heart, “you’ll find it’s even better than the movies.”
“You know what else is even better than movies?”
“What?”
