“No,” Bo says, leaning down to kiss me just once, brushing his nose against mine. “But itismy job to love you the way you deserve to be loved from now on.” He presses his forehead against mine, breathing out slowly. “Let me do that, honey.”
“Okay,” I whisper, breathing him in. Bo straightens, his face still pointed toward me. “You promise you’re not just doing this because we’ve finally had sex?” I say, wincing.
Bo laughs, playing with the hair over my shoulder, twiddling it mindlessly. “As good as the sex is, no. It’s so much more than that.”
“So… just like that? I quit my job?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his middle and placing my chin on his chest, looking up at him adoringly. “You really did want a kept woman. I was right.”
“The sooner you quit, the sooner you can focus your attention on the camp,” Bo says. “Plus, we’re not going to bejust usfor much longer. As excited as I am to have August, I’d like some more one-on-one time before then.”
“Hmm. And sleep,” I agree.
“That too.”
“So… do we email James? Tell him the plan?”
“Well, we’re going to have to do a lot more math, becausenoneof those plans we made matter anymore. But then, yes.”
“Ilovewhen you talk dirty to me,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows.
“First, breakfast.” Bo twists within my hold and hands me a plate with a sly wink. “I’ve gotta keep you fed,” he says, brushing his nose across my temple. “For later.”
I have a feeling I’m going to enjoylatervery much. “Yes, for all that math.”
“Exactly.”
CHAPTER 32
Twenty-Six Weeks Pregnant. Baby is the size of an eggplant.
“You’rebeingridiculous!”Ishout, storming down the hall after Bo. “April fool’s day wastwoweeks ago, so if this is some sort of prank, it is not funnyorwell-timed!”
Bo turns sharply into his room. Sorry,ourroom. I keep having to remind myself of that.
I follow in after him, watching as he backs away from me. He’s audacious enough to belaughing.
“If you want to fight with me, that’s fine, but can it wait untilafterthe installation guys leave? That way we can at least have make-up sex when you’re done being angry.” He stops when he hits the wall. I corner him, my finger prodding his chest on impact.
“You. Said. No. More. Gifts,” I say, announcing every word with a poke of my finger against his muscle.
He swipes my hand away, keeping it tightly in his grasp, and kisses my palm, smiling into it. “I never said that.Yousaid that.”
“Robert!” I snap my hand back, momentarily falling into his soft, lulling trap of tender kisses.
“Winnifred!” he laughs out, his eyes creasing on either side.
Thenerveof this man. “Don’t,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
He admonishes me with a gentle exhale, his face falling into something a touch more serious, but still not as sincere as I’d like him to be. He runs a hand through his hair, letting it flop back onto his face.
He hasn’t gotten it cut since I’ve known him, and I have to admit Ireallylove it longer. More to grip on to in bed or play with when he lies across my lap on the couch, watching another movie I’ll inevitably fall asleep during.
“Honey, it’s a bathtub. We need one eventually. Were we seriously going to bathe August in the sink for the next four years? A bucket? You want it, I want it. What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is that you didn’t tell me beforehand so I could have had the option to sayno. Every time you do something like this, I feel one step closer to becoming some spoiledprincess with no job who—”
“You have a job,” he interjects, placing a hand on my stomach. He knows when I get riled like this, August kicks,and dammit, it’s so much harder to continue being mad when he’s smiling at my belly, listening to me absently as he awaits the baby’s movement.
“Withnoincome,” I correct myself, moving his hand lower to the spot where the baby wasalreadykicking. “Who is waited on hand and foot and contributes nothing. You keep doing all these extravagant things for me, and I’m uncomfortable with it. I’vetoldyou that. First, it was the camp loan—”
