I pick up my water and down more of it to coat my desert of a throat. “That’s unnecessary.”
“Are you going to be sleeping with someone?” His jaw clenches, and his eyebrows are now straight slashes over intense eyes.
I really wish I hadn’t noticed that. It brings to the forefront this attraction that still lingers between us. I think we’re both doing our best to ignore it, and I really hope that moving in together doesn’t make it a powder keg ready to explode, ruining everything we’re trying to accomplish for our baby.
“No,” I say.
“Why?”
Of course he’d ask. “It would feel weird to have another man in my body so close to the baby when he’s not their father.”
“Is that an invitation?” He smiles and laughs. “I’m kidding.”
I decide to breeze right by that particular landmine. “No other men while I’m pregnant but expect some sex toys to be delivered to your place.”
“As long as you buy me some.” He grins again.
“I’ll make sure to stock up your supplies of lube and tissues.”
“Keep your moaning at a minimum in case I think you need me to come in and rescue you.”
My body flushes hot. I need to send this conversation in another direction. “Anyway. Do you have any rules of your own?”
He pushes off the counter and steps toward me. “Only one.” I wait for him to speak, but he hems and haws for a moment. “When I have a bad game, don’t try to cheer me up. I’ll be in a shit mood, but by morning, I’ll be okay.”
I nod, remembering how Hayes used to be like that. Lately he walks out of the stadium completely fine when they lose. Well, not jumping for joy, but he doesn’t let it ruin his night anymore. Maybe it’s the Leighton effect.
“Deal.”
“Sorry, one more.”
“Okay.” I nod.
“Stay the hell away from Decker.”
My eyes widen, but he doesn’t add anything else. “I can’t just ignore your brother.”
“I don’t want to find you in his condo. You can be polite but not best friends with him.”
Friendly Foster has disappeared, and I see how serious and important this is to him.
“He’s the baby’s uncle.” I run my hands over my flat stomach.
“Please, Callie.” The strain in his voice makes it feel as though something’s squeezing my chest.
I reluctantly nod, hoping one day I’ll understand how two brothers, twins at that, can hold such disdain for each other. “Okay, but if he wants to help me carry groceries up three flights of stairs, I’m going to say thank you. But you’ll never find me in his condo. Is that a deal?”
Foster nods and claps his hands. “Let’s pack your bags.” He pushes off the counter and walks down the hallway into my bedroom.
I follow and mumble, patting my stomach, “Daddy is a very complicated man, but he’s ours.”
When I get to the bedroom, he’s already dug my suitcase out of the closet.
“I don’t have to go tonight.”
“Yes, you do, and we’ll shop for more…” He looks toward the empty drawers. “Stuff for you too.”
I laugh and fall on the bed. “Foster Davis, can you not say bras and panties?”
