“Not more than I love you, I guess,” he muttered, but his hand found her thigh anyway, settling there like it always did.
“I know that’s right, daddy.”
They merged onto the highway, and she felt him relax slightly. His thumb traced circles on her thigh, his eyes moving between her and the road like he was ready to grab the wheel at any moment.
“Where we going anyway?”
“You’ll see.”
“Ken.”
“What? You get to surprise me all the time. It’s my turn.”
He was quiet for a moment, watching her drive his car with the same focus she brought to everything. “You look good behind the wheel.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Sexy as hell, actually.” His hand squeezed her thigh. “Might let you drive more often.”
“Might?”
“We’ll see how you do on the highway first.”
About forty-five minutes in, she pulled off at a rest stop.
“What’s wrong?” He was immediately alert. “You okay? The baby?”
“I have to pee, Ro. Relax.” She put the car in park. “Your son is using my bladder as a squeeze toy.”
He exhaled, rubbed his hand over his face. “You scared me.”
“You worry too much, I’m fine. We’re fine.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I’ll be right back. You want anything from inside?”
“Nah, I’m good. Just... be careful.”
“It’s a rest stop bathroom, not a warzone.”
“Ken.”
She laughed and climbed out, waddling toward the building. When she came back ten minutes later with a bottle of water and a soft pretzel with cheese, he was standing outside the car, arms crossed.
“What?” she asked.
“I’m driving the rest of the way.”
“Rolani—”
“You did good, baby. You proved your point. But you’ve been on your feet all morning cooking, and now you’re driving, and I can see your ankles starting to swell.” He took the keys from her hand gently. “Let me take care of you while you take care of me. That’s how this works.”
She wanted to argue. She’d had this whole vision of being in control for the day, of giving him the full experience of being taken care of. But her back was starting to ache, and he wasn’t wrong about her ankles.
“Fine,” she pouted. “But only because I love you.”
“I know.” He opened the passenger door for her, helped her in, made sure she was comfortable before going around to the driver’s side. “Now, where am I going?”
She sighed, the surprise officially ruined. “Bowling Green. The Corvette Museum.”
He stopped with his hand on the gear shift. “For real?”
