“Mmmhh?” she mumbled, her face buried in the pillow by my shoulder.
Yeah, I smiled. Blissed out. Deep into her second trimester, she’d learned she was a total horn dog. Like, could not get enough of my dick. Taking it, sucking, jerking it.
Flowers wanted my dick and food, in that order.
Which was good. I’d been right about the sex. It was connecting us. Bringing us closer. Locking us in together.
Because with sex came all the other intimate parts of sharing a bedroom. We brushed our teeth together. Showered together.I pissed in front of her and she shut the door firmly in my face when I suggested I didn’t care if she peed in front of me.
Turns out Flowers was a shy pee-er. Who knew?
“Florida,” I said again, and she turned her head to the side to blink at me.
“To visit?”
I shrugged. “Or move. Close to my parents. My sister. Family.”
“You want that for the baby?”
“I want that foryou.”
She groaned and dug her face into the pillow.
“What?” I asked.
“You can’t say stuff like that,” she said, lifting her face off the pillow. “It makes my insides all mushy.”
“And here, all this time I thought it was my sexy body that made your insides mushy.”
“Different kind of mushy,” she mumbled.
She sat up and reached for my sweatshirt which had landed on the edge of the bed when we’d gotten busy earlier. Tugging it over her head, Flowers didn’t like to sleep naked, she pulled her hair back and gave me the attention needed for a conversation like this.
“Your business is here in Houston.”
“My business can be anywhere. I just rent office space here.”
She gestured with her arms. “You have this humongo house.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Right. Forgot. Money is nothing. Are you sure you want to do this?”
I wasn’t, which is why I was running it by her. “You like my parents,” I pointed out.
“They’re great people,” she said.
“And they clearly love you,” I pointed out.
“Hello?” she said, pointing at her rounded belly. “I’ve got the Second Coming on the way. Of course, they love me. Besides, they have this idea I can heal your cold dead heart.”
“Not a chance,” I said.
“Iknow that.Youknow that. But they don’t think so. They’re rooting for me.”
Truth be told, I was rooting for her too.
“You have no one. It’s just my parents, Rebecca and me, but it’s some family. The baby should have at least all the family I can provide. It makes sense to move closer to them. They’re the spoil them rotten kind of grandparents. I can already tell.”
