His face cleared so fast of the frustration that I would’ve thought I’d imagined it had I not seen it with my own eye seconds before I’d spoken.
He crawled back onto the couch and went in on his side so that we could both lie on the couch without falling off.
Miscalculation on my part.
His arms went around me and he scooted even closer, leaving no space between us.
When he was in place, he reached for the blanket that was still on the floor and tugged it over the both of us.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I breathed, inhaling his scent.
Outside.
Why did he always smell like outside?
I loved it.
The baby that was now being smushed between us chose that moment to kick.
Hard.
He chuckled, and I felt the vibration of that sound all the way to my toes.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “I didn’t mean to make you fall.”
He rumbled something deep in his throat, but I was already falling asleep in his arms.
Right where I knew I should be.
Twenty-Six
Sorry for being anxious earlier. I have no idea if everything will be fine.
—Nettie to Boone
Boone
She was home, but she wasn’t.
It was the hardest thing that I’d ever experienced in my life.
Even worse, now we were on a plane to Miami, a day after she got out of the hospital.
Not to mention, she was seven and a half months pregnant, and the thought of her being on a plane really struck terror through my veins.
Luckily, she was insanely healthy. The baby was doing great, according to the best doctors in Montana, and the flight wasn’t overly long.
I strapped my belt around my waist and leaned over to make sure that Nettie’s was in place, too.
“You let me know if anything hurts, okay?” I ordered.
She held up her hand in the Boy Scout’s promise.
I rolled my eyes and stowed her tray table back where it belonged.
She squirmed in the first-class seat before saying, “This seat is really uncomfortable.”
