“You know our baby’s due date?” Her voice is soft, but wavers a bit, almost like she’s about to cry.
I feel my cheeks flush, because I didn’t even remember dropping that date in there. “I went on a baby website. Punched in the conception date. Pretty memorable day for me, for numerous reasons. The internet can be a great place. Also, in case you haven’t looked it up yet, tiny tot is the size of a sweet pea.”
And, crap. I see the tears pooling back in her eyes. She’s definitely gonna cry.
“You looked things up?”
“Of course I did. I might be scared shitless, and might’ve YouTubed tutorials on how to change a diaper yesterday, but I also bookmarked eighteen baby progress web pages, and I’m damn sure going to know my kid’s birthday. I’m going to know everything.”
She takes my face in both of her hands as she leans back down into me. “I didn’t know your father. I don’t know why he left or what his reasoning was for staying away. But I can promise you this, you’re nothing like him. I know that for a fact.”
She closes off the distance between us, kissing me with such sweetness I might cry again. I’ve heard of sympathy pains—okay, I read about them during my research—but are there sympathy emotions? Because I’m all over the place tonight.
The feelings quickly turn from happy and emotional to heated and needy. I don’t mean to turn the kiss into something more, but there’s no stopping it. It feels like weeks since I’ve held Gabi in my arms, and between her needy lips and her soft skin under my fingers as they trail up under her shirt, I can’t help myself.
Apparently, neither can she. She lifts her arms above her head, allowing me to pull off the fitted T-shirt she’s wearing. The second it’s gone, my face is buried between her tits. God, I missed these. My lips don’t know what to do, so they kiss and suck as I make quick work of her bra, needing her nipple in my mouth like I need air to breathe.
“Holy shit, Maddox!” She screams, so loud so that I pull away. “That…I’m so sensitive…it…”
I pull back for a second, letting my tongue swipe over her peaked nipples. “I’m sorry, gorgeous. Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head. “No…just…softer.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I can absolutely do that.”
Taking a breath, and reminding myself I’m not a horny teenager sucking on his first boob, I do as she asks. Instead of sucking and nibbling, I kiss and lick. Massage with just enough pressure to make her hips roll down onto my hard dick. Make her hands grip the back of my neck so hard her nails leave a mark.
“Wait,” she says, pulling back from the kiss, but not from her position. “We’re forgetting something.”
“I don’t think we need a condom anymore. Per my research, you can’t get more pregnant.”
That earns me a playful slap to my chest. “Not that. It’s just…this…us…I know we’ve slept together before, and it’s probably stupid to have this talk, but…are we…together? Not that we couldn’t do this if we weren’t, but my brain is already going a million different directions, and I’d really like to not have to wonder about one thing in my life. I’m pretty sure of what page you’re on, but I do better in non-assumptions.”
I don’t know if I could smile any bigger than I already am. “Reach back for my phone.”
That makes her eyebrows raise. “Your phone?”
“Yes, my phone.” She twists her body to grab it from where I put it down, but I can read the confusion on her face. Oh, yeah. This is gonna be good. “Pass code is 031301.”
“You’re giving me your passcode?”
“I’ll give you my social security number and my bank account information if you ask. Just scroll through the texts until you see something that catches your eye.”
I can tell she’s slightly hesitant. Bet her dickface ex never let her scroll through his messages. I know she’s not going to see anything incriminatory—I haven’t texted a female other than her, Ainsley, and my family since we met. I’m also not a cheating asswipe.
After a very assessing stare, she finally does as I ask, and I lay back against the couch, watching the woman I’m crazy about, the woman who’s carrying my child, slowly scroll through my phone while sitting topless on my lap. I didn’t know this was a moment I needed until now, but I know I’m not going to forget this picture for a very long time.
My eyes are trained on her, watching every little nuance and waiting for the moment she sees it.
And there it is.
Her eyes double in size. Her jaw drops a little. Her cheeks flush. And the look she gives me? Priceless.
“Future wife? When did you save my contact as this?”
“The day Linc gave me your number.”
Her eyes are now fully threatening to jump out of her head. “Maddox, I didn’t even know if I wanted to date you then.”
