His hand sweeps across my cheek to force me to stare into his eyes that are determined. The feeling of his hand cradling my face is firm yet caring.
“And I have the rosemary because I was thinking of you.”
It seems we have always been on an unusual, shared wavelength, considering our history. Our admissions cause faint smiles to paint on our mouths.
“Well, okay. Is this confession probably why we decided to sleep together when drunk?” We both had a hidden desire because our heads have been twisted all along?
His face turns serious, but there is still a hint of a sly smirk. “Nah, that’s because I purposely wanted to get you pregnant and had to fuck you senseless to succeed.” My eyes pop out and my pussy clenches, because that thought… turns me on. A kink I didn’t realize I have? Holy fuck.
He wets lips before he grins. “I’m joking.”
“Oh… yeah… totally. I knew that.”
Carter chuckles because now I’m acting a little odd, my pussy throbbing.
“Rosie.”
The delicateness of his tone brings me back to why he is really circling his thumb on my cheek. “I’ve been thinking now that the shock has worn off over the baby news and you’re feeling a little better that we should probably?—”
“Talk,” we say at the same time.
“Yeah. Now. I’m not really going to take a no, but I’ll ask anyways. Let’s grab dinner like we used to. Lay a few things on the table.”
Or laymeon the table.
His thumb now runs along my cheekbone, trying to persuade me with a simple touch. But I need no persuasion.
“That’s a good idea,” I agree.
10
ROSIE
My face squinches as I study the containers of food on the counter from the riverboat restaurant. Carter got us takeout, and as much at it would all be delicious on a normal day, right now the smell of warm cheesy potatoes is making me want to turn my nose away.
He glowers at me. “You don’t need to say anything. I can read your face right now.” He slides all the food to one side of the counter away from me. “Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches it is.”
My food refuge these days.
“You can still eat the food. Don’t let it go to waste,” I urge.
“I won’t. I’ll put it in the fridge and have it for lunch tomorrow. I would rather be on a united front with you.” He walks around the island, straight to the bread box, and pulls out a loaf. The peanut butter jar comes out next from the cupboard, and then he grabs the jelly from the fridge. He ducks his head around the corner. “Grape, right?”
“Yeah.” He’s always been incredibly sweet, but tonight it feels a little more endearing, especially as that sexy grin is fixed on his mouth.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t what we had in mind for dinner. The morning sickness has been replaced with peculiar smells. PB & J have been my go-to from day one of finding out I’m pregnant.”
He chuckles quietly in the back of his throat. “I know. It’s why I stocked up on jars of peanut butter at the superstore off the highway.”
I burst out a laugh. “What would possess you to come home with a box of twenty-five jars?”
He shrugs as he twirls bread bag open. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“We never have good ideas at the time,” I retort.
His brows lift and his lips quirk out. “Not entirely true. We had some great ideas at one point.”
I can’t help but look at him fondly. “You’re right.” We got married, for one, until that imploded. I let the thought leave and choose to focus on the now. “Maybe sleeping togetherwasa great idea. Now we’re going to have an amazing kid, that I’m sure of.”
