“Don’t be, beautiful. Trust me, she’s happy I’m so happy, and she knows you’re the reason why.” I leaned back down on my pillow, and he placed his hand on my stomach that just started to swell. “And when she finds out about this one today, she’s going to be over the moon.”
“I hope you’re right.” I placed my hand over his. “I know it’s too early, but I was thinking about names. How do you feel about Tyler?”
Pete frowned. “No way!” He held out his arm, and I scootched over and cuddled against him.
“Why not?” I turned to face him. “It’s a great name. Not too unusual and not too common either.”
“True. But T. Ennis?” He cringed. “You want your son to go through life being referred to as a sport? And can you imagine what would happen if he ended up with the same athletic prowess I had as a child?”
I covered my face with my hands. “Yeah. You’ve got a point. It wouldn’t be pretty.” I tried again. “How about Maddox?”
“You are the worst!”
“What’s wrong with that one?” I asked with mock outrage. “I know it’s a little more out there, but it’s like rock star cool.”
“Um, no. It’s more like a disaster waiting to happen.”
“Why?” I whined.
He struggled to keep a straight face. “Are you really asking me that question, Mrs. Ennis?”
“Yes.” I pouted.
“Maddox Ennis? M. Ennis? Ennis the Menace?”
I buried my face in his chest, and he played with my hair. A minute or so later I tried again. “What about Vaughn?”
His eyes twinkled. “Awesome name, but a hard no.”
“Why not?”
“What’s happening here? Are you getting soft on me?”
I gazed into his eyes as my fingers worked their way underneath his briefs. I bit my lip as I got the reaction I had hoped for. “Maybe, but you’redefinitelynot.”
“Never.” He pushed my hair away from my face. “But you? Vaughn Ennis? V. Ennis? Venus? You want to risk this kid being teased that he comes from outer space?”
My fingers continued to play. “It seems you have given this a lot of thought.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He let out a soft moan. “Names are very serious business. You know, kids can be really cruel.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep.” He closed his eyes and let out a ragged breath. “Did I ever tell you about the gorgeous girl who tormented me as a child?”
“Uh-huh.” I licked my lips. “You may have mentioned it once or twice.” I gave him a little kiss. “But I think you got over it,” I said before kissing him again, a little harder.
He grabbed my hands and, in one fluid motion, rolled me onto my back. He hovered over me and cupped my face in his hands. “Nope, I never got over it. And I never will. That girl still has the power to drive me completely wild.”
Before I could tell him how much I loved him, he thoroughly showed me how much he loved me.
THE END
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About the Author
Hilary Grossman is a recovering corporate executive. She spends her mornings and weekends hanging out with her "characters." She has an unhealthy addiction to denim and high heel shoes. She's been known to walk into walls and fall up the stairs. She only eats spicy foods and is obsessed with her cat, Lucy. She loves to find humor in everyday life. She likens life to a game of dodge ball - she tries to keep many balls in the air before they smack her in the face. She lives on Long Island.
