Calming Bax down to the point where he could go into the VIP tent did not involve Knox talking about the delivery room.
“Bax.” She rubbed his arms with her palms. “This is the first of many changes for us. It’s okay. I’m okay. I just need to sit down for a bit and hydrate. It always works.”
Sonofabitch, he was right again.
“Okay.” He nodded.
“I’ll see you after the meet and greet.”
“Okay.” He nodded again.
“Okay,” she said, since it was the word of the moment.
Tiny Badass thumped her in the ribs again and did a loop movement. Courtney reached for Bax’s hand and held it against that part of her abdomen. Tiny Badass could be a performer like Dad because the little munchkin kicked right on command.
“See?” Courtney asked when Tiny Badass went over the top with the acrobatics. “We’re good.”
“Good.” Bax seemed a little more like himself. He cradled her belly with his hands, and the precious movement seemed to stroke her soul.
“See you after.” She pressed a kiss to his lips and headed to find Irina and sit down to drink a not-milk milkshake.
Chapter Twenty-One
Courtney
“I toldhim I was going to sit down. NotwhereI was going to sit.” Courtney sucked the straw of her kale-mango-carrot-ginger smoothie. A smoothie made with fucking oat milk.
Tiny Badass better understand everything she was doing to make him or her happy.
She’d elected to grab Chet and Becca and Irina and grab herself a smoothie. Hydrating and sitting. The two things she’d promised she’d do.
While she’d gone smoothie, they’d gone for milkshakes. Because none of them were pregnant with Bax’s baby, who denied her every form of processed sugar and most processed carbohydrates.
Once she got to Shake Shack-A-Roo, Tiny Badass demanded vegetables.
The joint was a little hole-in-the-wall place with a smattering of glossy tables, yellow walls, and a giant cartoon cow painted on the wall.
“Technically, you are sitting. And hydrating. As your professional traveling birth guide, I approve this choice,” Irina said. She’d gone cookies ’n cream. “It counts.”
Butterscotch Becca didn’t seem so certain. “I’m just here because Linx would withhold bedroom time if I let anything happen to you.”
“Are you ready to head back yet?” Chet had gone with mint chip. Courtney wouldn’t have pegged him as a mint-chip bodyguard. He always seemed like more of a water guy. Maybe unsweetened iced tea.
Bax would be…
Bax would order…
Damn.
She did not know.
Bax’s smoothie, or milkshake, order sat as a blank void in her mind.
Holy crap. They were dating. Sleeping together. Having a baby. Yet she didn’t even know his milkshake preference.
“I don’t know what milkshake Bax likes,” she said, horror in her words. “I know a lot about him. Right? This is just a blip thing? One of those small things we don’t know yet?”
“Yes.” Becca reached across the table and squeezed Courtney’s hand. “It’s a blip thing. You’ve got your entire lives to ask him.”
