“Shouldn’t we go to a thrift store?” Parker asked for the third time today, likely seeing the immaculate displays and assuming the prices would be too high.
I set a hand on her lower back, steering her in the direction of the bassinets. “C’mon. Let’s take a look, and if you don’t like anything, we can go somewhere else. Okay?”
She nodded hesitantly, her throat bobbing. “Okay.”
While Parker looked at each bassinet and their individual perks, I meandered over to the few dressers they had on display.
“What are you doing?” Parker questioned from her spot.
“Browsing,” I said simply.
“We’re supposed to be looking at bassinets. Nothing else.”
I held up a finger. “Actually, the agreement was bassinetsandnewborn clothes. And where are you going to put his clothes if you don’t have a dresser?”
She frowned before moving her attention back to the bassinet in front of her. The look that took over her had me crossing back to her. Her finger trailedalong the edge of the bassinet, and I wrapped my arms around her torso, resting my hands on her belly.
“You like this one?”
A breath left her lips, one that had her shoulders loosening and her back pressing against my chest. “I do. It’s just so pricey for a bed he’ll only sleep in for a few months.”
I rested my chin on her shoulder. “But it’s the one you want?”
Her hand rested over mine. “It is.”
“Then we’ll get it.”
She eyed me, our faces so close. “I have to penny pinch, Beckham. I can’t be making impulsive decisions.”
I spread my fingers so hers could fall in between them. “I have some savings.”
Her body stiffened before she turned in my arms. Her growing stomach pressed into mine as she looked up at me. “Beck.”
The corner of my mouth tilted upward. “Park.”
She narrowed her eyes on me. “You’re not paying for my baby’s stuff.”
I arched a brow at the phrasing, only because part of me wanted this baby to be mine. And maybe he wasn’t in blood, but?—
She crossed her arms, and my brow rose farther. Neither of us would back down from whatever riff was happening between us.
After what felt like minutes, she heaved a sigh, giving in to my stubborn charm.
Her finger jabbing into my chest had my eyes widening. “But I’m helping.”
I wrapped a hand around her wrist, pulling her in farther. “Whatever you wish.”
The urge to kiss her was almost too strong to resist, and it seemed it was for her, too, as her eyes darted to my lips.
I leaned closer, lips near her ear now. “You’re staring.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Lies,” I whispered, pressing a barely-there kiss to the shell of her ear. “You want to kiss me.”
“Youwant to kissme,” she corrected with a hiss, but it was all false bravado. I could see it in the way her cheeks were the exact shade of a strawberry, and how her lashes fluttered, eyelids heavy, and how her body gravitated toward mine like it knew it couldn’t stay away.
I moved until our noses were brushing. “Are you hungry? You’re kind of grumpy.”
