“Yeah, did you know that half your penis is inside your body?”
He snorted in amusement. “Any man knows that. Don’t you know we’re obsessed with our dicks? That’s something you learn when you realize you can tug on it and give yourself happy thoughts.”
Men were so weird and fascinating at the same time.
“And on that note, do you know what your mom is making for dinner?”
“Soup and steak.”
My mouth was watering at the idea of steak. Her soup was delicious, too, but a hunk of meat was never wrong.
“Do you think she’ll have baked potatoes, too?”
Chuckling, Parker glanced over at me as he pulled out onto the road. “Baby, do you want me to call her?”
“No. You can’t make that kind of request. Besides, it’s not like you can just toss baked potatoes in the microwave. It takes time to make them. And what if she doesn’t have the oven preheated? It could delay the whole meal!”
“Done,” Mav said. “She’s on it.”
I spun in my seat and glared at him. “You messaged her?”
“Of course I did. Girl, we have a whole thread about feeding you.”
My glare quickly melted into shock. “You do?”
“The whole town is in on it. Parker lets the diner know about any cravings you’re having so you can always grab what you want.”
My gaze swiveled to my hubby. “You do?”
“Baby, what kind of man do you think I am? Of course I have you covered.”
That was surprisingly sweet and also so very horrible because I felt tears welling in my eyes, and I just couldn’t have that. In the last month, this pregnancy had made me more emotional than ever, and I absolutely hated myself for it.
“Well…” I cleared my throat, willing away the mounting pressure in my chest. “Good for you. Keep it up and you might just get to prove to me that half your dick stays inside your body tonight.”
“God, someone shoot me now,” Wes rumbled from the back.
“I thought you were listening to something.”
He grunted, ignoring me otherwise. This kid was never going to forgive me for the things I said to him, but they were necessary.
“You know, it’s been a long time since I had a home-cooked meal. I should really come along more often to these family gatherings,” Mav grinned.
“Or you could go to your parents’ house,” Parker suggested.
“Why do that when your mom cooks so much better?”
“Because they’re your parents and they might want to spend time with you,” I said.
“Right, but then I’d have to hear their opinions on my love life and my job and even my house. Trust me, this is much better.”
“I would take dinner at your parents’ any day over mine,” Parker grumbled.
“I would be happy just to have my family close by,” I cut in, tired of hearing them complain about their families. “You guys have no idea how lucky you are.”
“Here we go,” Parker sighed.
“What?”
