Her mouth fell open, disbelief coating her features.
“I can feed you if you’d like,” I went on.
Her lips smacked shut, entire face red now. “We’re in ababystore, Beckham.”
I groaned, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as an excuse to touch her more. “If only we could make another one here, too.”
She choked on a gasp, coughing.
I smiled and glanced across the shop to the brunettewoman at the register, who now had her attention on us as Parker attempted to compose herself.
“We’ll take it,” I announced.
We were in and out in less than an hour, taking with us a full room’s worth of furniture.
Deciding to take advantage of the different food choices in this town, we found a little diner that made milkshakes with all kinds of crazy things on top, from cotton candy to ice cream sandwiches to lollipops. Parker saw the photos online and demanded we get them immediately, blaming the need on her pregnancy cravings.
“You decide yet?” I teased as Parker scanned the menu across from me. We were in a hot pink booth surrounded by hanging lights shaped like hearts. Each booth had its own theme, and ours just so happened to be love.
“I don’t know if I want the Banana Mudslide or the Strawberry Catastrophe,” she mumbled into the laminated menu.
I eyed the photo for each one she named. “Why not both?”
She pinned wide eyes on me. “Calories, Beckham.”
I cocked a brow. “Is that really something we cared about when we chose this place?”
She glared at me, knowing damn well I was right.
“You two decide?” Danielle, our waitress, asked as she sidled up to our table.
“I’m in between—” Parker started, but I interrupted with, “We’ll have the Banana Mudslide and the Strawberry Catastrophe. And a side of fries.”
“And two waters. And an iced Dr. Pepper,” Parker tacked on.
Danielle’s smile couldn’t have been brighter if she tried. “Coming right up.”
I could barely stifle my grin. “AnicedDr. Pepper, huh? As opposed to what?”
Parker’s face flamed, realization dawning on her. She covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God. It’s the pregnancy brain, I swear.”
I laughed, getting lost in this moment with her. “It’s alright. I’m sure she gets it all the time.”
She frowned at me, wearing a look that screamed,You really think that?
“Well, either way, I had to get a Dr. Pepper. It’s the appetizer of drinks, you know.”
I laughed, my tongue sliding over my teeth. “Is it now?”
She burst into a fit of laughter right along with me.
The pink from the booth reflected off the apples of her cheeks, her eyes bright and playful. She was beautiful like this—with that weight off her shoulders and that teasing look on her face. Right here, in this diner, it was only me and Parker. The rest of the world was quiet for once.
“You didn’t have to order both milkshakes, you know.”
I shrugged before leaning back in the booth andcasually slinging my hands behind my head. “We needed them. It’s hard work being so good at reading what you want.”
She shook her head, smiling. “And what is it you think I want?”
