Page 125 of Wilde Flame

He chuckled. “That’s part of pregnancy as well, but that’s not what I mean. I see I’m going to have to be direct. Horny. They get horny, Caden.”

It took a few moments for his words to sink in. “Gross, Dad. I mean, really? Couldn’t you have said it any other way?”

“I tried! Needs! I said needs, Caden!”

I screwed up my face, then practically shook myself out of the chair when I thought about it in the context of my parents. “I think we should go back to her being tired.”

My father laughed and stood. “I’m just saying, I get that you’re trying to be noble and all, but I’m not so sure Lilibeth is appreciating your efforts, as far as you keeping your distance.”

I stood and followed him to the door. “Duly noted, thank you, Dad. And please, let’s not ever speak of this again.”

He laughed again as he headed out of my office and toward Mike’s. He lifted his hand and said, “Have a good night, son!”

The moment he walked into Mike’s office, I went back to my computer, pulled up Google, and did my own research.

After ten minutes of reading, I closed up my computer, grabbed my jacket, sent a text to Uncle Mike and David and told them I was leaving for Lilibeth’s appointment. When I walked out into the aisle, I turned to see my father and uncle watching me leave. They both laughed their asses off and I knew it was because I was leaving to be with Lilibeth.

Rolling my eyes, I turned and headed out of the barn.

I walked into the waiting room and found Lilibeth already there, reading a book. There was another couple in the room, on the opposite side. Lilibeth glanced up and smiled when she saw me.

Waving, I headed over, kissed her, then sat down. “How are you feeling today?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Tired. We were so busy at the store today, and I couldn’t figure out why until Moreen told me there was a snow-sculpting contest in Granby. They had to make snow for the event since the weather has been on the warm side. I guess people are making their way to our small town and checking it out. Hey, your idea about Moreen making some food items to sell in the store has been a hit! She made some chocolate-chip, banana-nut bread and put samples out. She had twenty-five small loaves, and she sold them all!”

“That’s amazing!”

“Well, she sold twenty-four. I ate a loaf.”

“The whole loaf?”

Her cheeks turned pink. “In my defense, they were mini loaves.”

“Other than that, you’re feeling good? Okay?”

Her brows drew down. “Yes. Why?”

I shrugged. “Just curious.” Glancing down at the book, I asked, “What are you reading?”

“Everything that’s happening in week eighteen! The baby’s about six or seven inches. And I wasn’t just imagining my boobs getting bigger—they are!”

I closed my eyes and tried not to picture that in my head.

“She—or he—is about the size of a pomegranate!” Pausing, she looked up in thought. “Now I want some pomegranate.”

I chuckled. “Other than all of that…are you feeling any other…symptoms?”

“Heartburn. And if I get up too fast, I get dizzy.”

“Dizzy?” I asked, worry etching my voice.

“Nothing bad at all, so please don’t worry.”

I nodded. Maybe it was just my mother who had those…needs. I shuddered once more.

“Are you cold? Where’s your coat?”

Looking at her, I frowned. “What?”