I look up and find Jensen standing at the second-floor railing.
“Where is everyone?” I ask.
“In the rooms, unpacking,” he explains. “We saved you guys the biggest room. It’s down there, so Stace doesn’t have to climb the stairs. There’s a hall just past the fireplace and a suite at the end. It’s pretty private back there. You have your own fireplace, too.”
“Great, thanks.” I give him a salute.
“You’ve got about an hour before the girls head for the spa,” he adds with a wink. I wink back. We’ve arranged for the girls to hit up a local luxury spa for the whole afternoon so we can decorate the house and get everything ready for our Friendsmas. “So feel free to clean up and rest or whatever you want. I know it was an early morning for everyone, so no rush.”
“Oh, awesome,” Stacey sighs. “I could use a little rest.”
“I got you, baby.” I take our luggage and start toward the hallway. “See you in a bit, Cap.”
Stacey follows me down the surprisingly long hallway that ends at a large door. I open it, and we step inside the suite, which is huge. A dark wood four-poster bed sits against the far wall, covered in thick quilts and pillows. There is, as Jensen indicated, a smaller version of the stone fireplace across from it with some cushioned chairs and side tables in front of it on a thick woven rug.
I drag our luggage to the end of the bed and set it on the floor.
“Okay, we got an hour.” I clap my hands together and turn to face Stacey, but she’s disappeared. “Stace? Where are you going?”
She’s heading to a different door to the right of the room’s entrance.
“I’m just walking to the bathroom,” she says, smiling back at me.
I lick my lips, anxiety bubbling up again. “Okay, well, text me when you get there.”
She stops and looks at me with a frown. “It’s six feet away.”
“Six feet is six opportunities for danger,” I point out.
She laughs and shakes her head before continuing into the smaller room.
“Oh! Owen! Come in here and check this out. This bathroom is huge!”
Furrowing my brow, I walk toward the door and look inside to find a spacious bathroom with a glass-framed shower, double vanity beneath a wide mirror, and, most notably, a giant jacuzzi tub. Stacey is standing next to the tub, gazing at it longingly.
“Here, I’ll get a bath ready for you,” I tell her, hurrying forward.
“What?” she gasps, looking at me with wide eyes. “You don’t have to do that. I need to get ready to go with the girls anyway.”
I give her a crooked grin and kiss her cheek. “You’ve got time, babe. Don’t worry. The ride up here was long, so let’s just relax for a bit.”
Her shoulders sag in relief and she smiles. “Iwouldlove to soak and relax before I head to the spa. You’re right, it was a long car ride.”
“All right.” I grin. Honestly, I’m just happy she’s more willing to accept help, even if she’s pregnant. It’s a lot different than when we first reunited and she was so determined not to rely on anyone for anything. Now she relies on me, and I couldn’t be happier about that fact.
She rubs a hand down my arm. “I really appreciate it.”
“Of course.” I kiss her forehead. “Go get undressed and I’ll get the tub ready.”
She beams up at me. “Thank you!”
Turning, she heads back into the bedroom, holding her belly, her steps slow. She’s clearly in some amount of pain,so I jump into action and turn the water on. After a quick look into the bathroom’s linen closet, I find several bottles of bath oils, bubbles, and salts. I grab some lavender and vanilla scented ones and pour generous amounts into the tub. Soon, the bathroom air is thick with steam and soothing scents. When the tub is about halfway full, I make my way into the bedroom to get Stacey.
“Your bath’s about ready…” I freeze in place and my words die on my tongue when I spot her standing by the bed, naked.
Fuck me. My body reacts immediately, my dick hardening as my eyes take in her swollen breasts and belly. She looks so soft and luscious, and the sight of her naked and pregnant always stirs some deep, primal urge in me.
She catches me staring at her and gives me a sultry smile. “See something you like?”
