“And no sex? I’m going to die,” Teagan whines, making me chuckle.
I smooth my hand over her hair, making her smile.
“I’m serious!” she protests. “We just started having sex and now it’s gone for four months.”
“Well, we really made the most out of it. I think we’ve had sex more times in the last two weeks than I’ve had in the last few years.”
That makes her laugh, making the tightness in my chest loosen at the sound. Everything’s going to be okay. My girls are okay.
Teagan’s finger grazes over mine, stroking back and forth. “I want to say thank you for being here, it means a lot. No one’s ever done anything like this.”
“You don’t need to thank me for loving you. It’s as easy as breathing for me,mon coeur.”
“I know. It’s one of the many reasons why I love you.”
A feeling like no other fills my body at her words, at hearing the confirmation that she loves me too. It’s like the feeling you get the morning of a vacation or Christmas day. But multiply it by a thousand.
The ultimate joy and ecstasy.
“We’re platonic, remember?” I joke, making her laugh once more.
“Shut up,” she says through her laughter. “I never want to hear the word platonic again. Unless it’s regarding you and another woman, of course.”
“Other women exist?” I act, dumbfounded, making her laugh even more.
“Je t’aime.”
I smirk at that, the fact that she said it in French, making it even more meaningful.
“Je t’aime aussi, mon coeur.”
Chapter 47
Teagan
For someone who’s used to being active every day of my life for the past twenty-four years, forcing myself to rest fucking sucks.
I’ve been doing it for three weeks now, and it’s been driving me stir-crazy.
Of course I’ll do anything for my baby. I just might do it with some complaining.
At least tonight I’d have some company as Clara and Kaya are coming over to watch Game Two of the World Series.
The girls were both able to make it work in their schedules to come here for the weekend when I told them what happened, and I couldn’t be more grateful for them.
The Panthers won last night, and Quentin’s hoping to bring that same energy as he’s pitching tonight.
Since we got home this morning, he waited on me hand and foot, helping me shower then bringing me water and food until he had to leave.
While I think it might be overkill, I appreciate the sweet sentiment because I know how protective he is. And I’d do the same if the roles were reversed.
Clara and Kaya arrive with food from our favorite restaurant, Taste of Mediterranean, just in time before the game starts.
We’re sitting on the couch, eating and catching up when Kaya asks, “So, who has good gossip?”
“Well, I’m pregnant and on bed rest. So my life really isn’t interesting anymore.” I blow a piece of hair out my face as I pout, my eyes drifting to the TV as Quentin delivers a strike and the third out for the inning.
He’s been on fire this game, and so far they’re up 1-0. It’s not a great lead, but it’s something.
