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I giggle. “Oh, you know, only that you’re a multiple orgasm-granting sex god with a huge cock.”

Noah makes a choking sound in his throat and slams on the brakes in the middle of the road. I jerk in my seat and he turns to me in alarm, reaching out a hand to slide protectively over my belly while craning his neck behind us to make sure there isn’t a vehicle there. “Oh crap, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I didn’t mean– I just– you took me by surprise,” he stutters out and it’s adorable how flustered I’ve made him.

I can’t resist giggling again.

He shakes his head, shooting me a scolding look before glancing in the rearview mirror and resuming driving.

He’s quiet for a long moment and I wait, knowing he won’t be able to let it go at that. I watch out the window as we cruise down Queen Street, admiring the holiday décor that has started to spring up out front of the shops around town. I’ll be digging my own out of storage at The Bean right after Thanksgiving.

Finally, Noah speaks, and it’s a struggle to keep the amused grin from my face when he asks, “You really said that?”

I shoot him an exaggerated wink. “Sure did, big boy.”

And then he blushes–he blushes.

God, I really do love this man, I think as I watch him sit up a little taller in his seat. The corners of his mouth turn up in a proud smile and I throw my head back with a loud cackle.

I really, really do.

CHAPTER 17

NOAH

Twenty-three Weeks

Lucy: How is it that today our baby is as big as a carrot when two weeks ago it said a big banana? Aren’t they like basically the same size?

Noah:I was wondering the same so I looked into it. Going strictly by measurements it’s saying that the banana was 10.5 inches and the carrot is 11 inches. So roughly .5 inches of growth in the last two weeks. And yes, before you ask, that’s completely normal at this stage.

Lucy:K, thanks

Noah:And weight-wise the baby should be around 1.2 pounds now

Lucy:Ugh! Feels like way more, but if you say so

Noah: I don’t say so–the app does.

Lucy:Well my ill-fitting clothes would disagree. I feel like a blimp!

Noah: You don’t look like one. You’re beautiful.

>Lucy has liked this comment ?

Lucy:Still on for shopping this Friday?

Noah:Yes. I took it off so we can make a whole day of it.

Lucy:Awesome :-)

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Lucy:What do you think of the name Ace?

Noah:…typing

…typing

Noah:It’s … interesting.