‘La-la-la-la-la, too much information,’ Sadie groans, shoving everyone towards the elevator. ‘Let’s eat before I lose my appetite.’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Tay murmurs. ‘I was whetting mine.’
She spanks my butt with a wink and follows her sister to the elevator, leaving me choking on a laugh and my damned cheeks flaming.
‘Jesus,’ Theo mutters as he walks past. ‘Get a room already.’
I just stand there, stunned still.
Can it really be as easy as that?
We’re together. And the world ain’t ending. Nobody’s interrogating us. They’re just… happy. Joking. Accepting.
‘Hey, Axelina!’ Theo turns to wave at me. ‘You coming or what?’
‘Yeah,’ I say, shaking it off. ‘I’m coming.’
If they’re good, I’m good. More than good as Taylor threads her fingers through mine and we step out into the bustling street together.
This is my life now, and my chest swells with it.
But like a balloon stretching too far, I’m fearing the inevitable pop. Because it’s one thing towantit all.
Another to actually believe I can have it without a fight.
‘You okay?’ Tay whispers.
‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘You?’
‘Couldn’t be better.’
And that’s all I need to hear…
21
TAYLOR
‘So come on, sis, tell me how it’s going?’
We’re on the countdown to Christmas, strolling arm in arm down Bond Street, when Sadie pops the question.
‘And don’t give me the whole “it’s going” business; I want the deets!’
She’s dragged me shopping – not that I put up much of a fight; this is my forte, after all – but I’m starting to realiseshoppingwas code forRelationship Drilling.
And honestly? I still get flutters when I eventhinkabout it.
Me and Ax. A thing. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Official for six whole weeks. Six weeks of living, breathing, walking that life and loving every second. Well… almost every second.
The only thing that could top it is an ‘I love you’ and a positive pregnancy test. The former: I don’t know if he’s got it in him. He’s given me so much in every other way that Ifeellike it’s where we’re heading, but I haven’t plucked up the courage to tell him it myself.
And the latter: I’m doing my best not to obsess. But…
I’m tracking my ovulation and I’m in the peak zone.Something Axel’s fully aware of because I texted him the second my plane landed from Paris this morning, and he knows the score:
Tonight, tomorrow, the day after, he’s mine.
We cleared our schedules. No distractions. Just a sprinkle of family time and a whole lot of fun.
