I frown. “What day is that?”
“The day Foster Davis was smitten.”
My defenses immediately go up. “It’s not like that. We’re just going to co-parent.”
He nods and doesn’t say anything.
“What? It’s true.” I scowl at him.
Jax shrugs. “Okay, if you say so. But you went to a lot of trouble to get Frankie to agree. How many times did you call her?”
“Well, if you could be the man of the house and make the damn decision yourself, I wouldn’t have to go through your wife.” I chuckle.
Jax nods toward Callie’s back. “Just wait. You’ll see.”
I don’t bother asking what he means by that.
We reach the restaurant, and Lex spends most of our meal asking Frankie and Jax questions about their journey becoming famous.
The way Jax and Frankie still look at one another after all these years is amazing to me. They tell her about how they met, how Jolie isn’t Jax’s biologically, but he adopted her when she was young. That they have another son who wants to chart his own path. How both of them had many struggles when they were younger, and how they hope their stories help people through Callie’s podcast.
At some point, Callie goes to the bathroom, and I excuse myself to get a few minutes alone with her.
When she comes out, I’m standing against the opposite wall.
“Oh.” She startles for a beat, then relaxes when she realizes it’s me and smiles. “Thanks again, Foster. They’re great. Like, couple goals, right?”
“They’ve been together a long time. Went through a lot of shit to be together.”
She nods, and our eyes lock.
I want to open my arms and welcome her into them. Seeing Jax and Frankie always touching each other has made my hands ache to touch Callie. Just a hand on her thigh. Or my arm around her shoulders. My fingers running along the length of her neck. Hell, I’d take the outsides of our thighs pressed together.
Callie’s head tilts. “What’s with you?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were happy with your number three.”
“So happy. I feel like me living with you isn’t payback enough.”
“I’ll take a kiss.” It’s out of my mouth before I can think it through.
“A kiss? Do you need a lesson on how to kiss a woman in a dark bathroom hallway?”
“Yes. I’m terrible at it.” She steps closer, and once she’s close enough, I swing my arm around her waist and tug her into me. “You know you’re really starting to show. Sixteen weeks now.”
“Thanks for the reminder. I hadn’t noticed my swelling belly.”
“It’s sexy as hell. Makes me want to tell everyone it’s my baby in there.”
“News flash—everyone pretty much knows already. The trolls on the internet for sure.”
My eyebrows draw down. “Don’t listen to them.”
“Easier said… anyway, I thought I was teaching you how to kiss.”
“Oh yes. Please show me.” I grin at her.
“First, your hands are in a good position, but I need to slide mine around you, so our bodies are flush together.” She shifts so there isn’t an inch of space between us. “Then you need to say something sweet or hot…”
