EVERETT
My need to throw caution to the wind and pull Bea into my arms and drop my lips to hers to prove to myself that that night wasn’t as electric as I remember never lessens.
Even after she disappears and discovers that my sister has added her to a group chat with Casey and Freya, it continues to bubble under the surface.
I hear her giggling from her room as I pace back and forth. I want to storm back there and demand to know what’s so funny. Something tells me they’re laughing at my expense. And let’s be honest, I probably deserve it. But damn…I want to see that smile on Bea’s face. I don’t want to hear her laughter from a different room. I want it right next to me.
My own cell buzzes not that long later to tell me that our brunch is on route, and I try to keep myself busy by pouring us some juice and getting plates and cutlery out.
It feels weird as fuck, being so domesticated. I’d usually eat it out of the containers it comes in on the couch. But something tells me Bea wouldn’t be up for that.
She’s still hiding in her room, although the giggling has stopped, when I get an alert that we have a delivery.
“Bea,” I call. “Food is here.”
By the time I get back into the living area with the bag clutched to my chest, she’s emerged and is walking toward the kitchen island, still wearing that T-shirt that sits high on her thighs, showing off her toned legs and pretty pink toenails. I can’t help but wonder what she might have beneath. Shorts? Panties? Nothing.
I swallow thickly as the latter makes blood surge toward my cock.
Damn it, even when she’s not trying, she’s entirely too tempting.
And that doesn’t change when she gets her first whiff of the food and her stomach grumbles obnoxiously loud.
I’m pretty sure it would have put me off any other woman, just like holding their hair while they're vomiting. But my only concern earlier was trying to help, to do anything that might make her feel better.
There wasn’t a single part of me that was grossed out. And I guess that’s a good thing, considering she’s going to birth a child in the coming months. Despite how much the thought of that might terrify me, I already know that I want to be there. I want to experience every part of this pregnancy with Bea. Or at least as much as I can.
“Why have you got plates out?” Bea asks as she pulls the chair out.
“Uh…to eat off of.”
Bea screws her nose up in the most adorable way before she pushes the plate before her aside. “If you want extra to wash, then that’s up to you, but I’m pretty sure they send that food in containers for a reason.”
My chin drops.
“What?” she asks. “You didn’t think, after everything I just told you, that I’m some pretentious princess who must eat at a table with the very best china and crystal glasses?”
“Um…I dunno,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck. “I guess I just…you have a little more class than I do.”
“If you want to eat this on the couch, I’m more than happy.”
I glance over into my living room and then down at the amount of food in my arms.
“Probably safer to stay here.”
She shrugs before making grabby hands for her dishes.
I lay it all out and watch as she dives in.
“Oh my god,” she mumbles, biting off a bit of bacon.
I can’t help myself; I just stand there and watch as she uncovers each dish, her eyes getting wider with each one.
“What are you waiting for? Come and eat so I don’t look like such a pig.”
“You couldn’t if you tried.”
She glances at me with one eyebrow raised.
