“Something I want to show you. You’ll see once we get there. Plus, there’s a nice bed and breakfast where we can stay. I never get to stay there when we’re in town for races.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Good. I’ve booked our reservations already.”
I roll my eyes and drop my head on to the back of the couch, still luxuriating in the caress of his prodding fingers.
“We should discuss names at some point, huh?”
“And the nursery,” I remind him.
I haven’t started setting up the nursery in my France apartment. Maybe because it never felt right.
“There are three rooms to choose from here,” he says. I know he’s saying without saying that we might as well set up the nursery here and I might as well move in.
That idea doesn’t send fear racing through me like it once did.
“Did you like any of the sample nurseries I sent you?”
After our trip to the market, Travis sent me a few nursery ideas that matched the pair of booties we bought.
Between work and preparing for my uncles’ visit, I forgot all about the pictures.
“It slipped my mind.”
He nods, not looking the least bit frustrated. “Pregnancy brain.”
“Jerk.”
He shrugs with one shoulder. “It’s to be expected. The good news is that the books say it’s a temporary thing.”
A contemplative expression crosses his face.
“I liked some of the samples but they’re all grey,” Travis continues. “I was going for more neutral colors since we’ve decided to stay away from pink or blue as a theme and the gender.”
“I don’t like grey either. A bit boring.”
“Right?” He agrees. “Give the baby some color. Something intriguing to look at.”
I smirk at his excitement over the whole thing.
“Our baby’s entire nursery will be fire engine red.” I point my finger at him.
“Of course not. There needs to be some teal in there.” He affectionately squeezes my ankle. “We can get a decorator. One who can help us come up with some better design ideas.”
“You don’t think that’s too much?”
He frowns, his brows drawing over his eyes slightly. He lowers his hand to my belly.
“Nothing’s too much for either of you.” The way his voice takes on a lower octave has my nipples hardening.
“When we go to Silverstone, are we staying in separate rooms?”
Travis’ lips tighten, eyelids lower, and his gaze travels over the length of my body. The heated flames that invade his eyes reminds me of his favorite color.
“I only booked one room.” His voice is a soothing balm to the growing edges of the tension in my body. “Didn’t even consider reserving two.”
He lets his gaze meet mine. “Do you prefer your own room?”
