9
BLAKE
Getting out of bed,I shivered, rushing over to the dresser to pull out my warmest socks. One thing I hadn’t adjusted to yet was the chill I felt deep in my bones every morning. Montana was unlike anything I’d experienced before, and not because of the breathtaking sunrises, but the never-ending cold that always seemed to linger in my body.
“Babe?” Parker grumbled from bed. “What are you doing?”
“Coffee,” I murmured, barely awake yet.
“Come back to bed.”
I couldn’t. If I laid in bed too long, the baby decided to find other ways to wake me up, and I definitely didn’t want that. Grabbing a sweatshirt, I tugged it over my head and stumbled to the kitchen, pressing the button on the coffeemaker. If I had been smart, I would have set it to go off fifteen minutes ago, but I hadn’t been thinking last night as I hauled my tired ass to bed.
Warm arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his muscular chest. Sighing, I rested my head back and let his warmth envelop me. There was nothing like being held by Parker. He just made everything better.
“Is this your new wakeup time?” he asked around a yawn.
“It’s when the baby wants me to get up. If it were up to me, I’d sleep for another four hours.”
He pressed a kiss to my neck before shuffling around me to the cabinet, pulling down two mugs.
“Do you want something to eat?”
“Just crackers,” I murmured, slumping down in a chair. “Ugh, I had no idea pregnancy could make you feel so shitty.”
“Is it that bad?”
“Well, I feel nauseous about seventy-five percent of the time, but I never throw up. I wish I could because then maybe I’d feel better. I’m exhausted and all I want to do is sleep, but the only time the baby lets me lay down is at night.”
“So, go to bed early.”
“Yeah, but not before nine o’clock, because apparently, that’s too early.” Resting my hand on my belly, I sighed. “He’s a picky one.”
“He?” Parker asked with a grin.
“It has to be a boy. I’ve never met anyone so difficult.”
“You know, they usually say that about females.”
I would have been offended if I could muster up the energy, but I couldn’t, so I let it go.
When the coffee finished, Parker slid a mug across the table to me, then sat opposite, staring at me for a ridiculously long time.
“What? Why are you staring?”
“Because I like to look at you.”
“Well…don’t. It’s freaking me out.”
“That I’m watching you?”
“Yes. No one stares at anyone like that unless they’re planning a murder.”
Quirking a smile at me, he took a sip of his coffee. “So, what are we doing today?”
I had no idea. I wanted to do something, to feel like I was going somewhere, but with a baby on the way, I didn’t know where to go from here.
“I don’t know. What about you?”
