Page 110 of Adoring Delaney

It was then the crazy commenced and I figured it would indeed last for the next eight months.

“You know you might not be able to find her heartbeat, right?”

“His,” he corrected. He did that every time I referred to the baby as female. He sounded like he was going to be mighty disappointed if this baby came out without a penis. I truly didn’t care which sex the baby was and I had a feeling Carter didn’t either. He just liked to annoy me.

“I talked to Dr. Butler,” he continued. “The trick is the gel.”

“The gel?”

“Yep. When you’re this early, you need a lot of lube and pressure.”

“Well, sounds exciting.”

“I thought so, too. Though we’ve never had to use lube, so I figured I should buy two bottles since we don’t know how much is enough.”

“Do you ever not think of sex?”

“Yeah, when I’m thinking about you walking down the aisle toward me. Or when I’m thinking about you having my baby. Though those thoughts typically lead to how we made our son, which makes my dick hard, and I start thinking about all the ways I’d like to fuck you. So, yeah, maybe pretty much all the time except when I’m thinking about you marrying me.”

Such. A. Man.

Though I had to admit, I wasn’t complaining. Him always thinking about sex meant he liked having it with me. And after years of only having him sporadically, getting it regularly was awesome.

I mean, seriously, who in their right mind would turn down multiple orgasms and a man who liked to go down on you like his sole purpose in life was to bring you pleasure?

“Back to my original statement, we can’t get freaked if you can’t find the heartbeat.”

Carter was not paying attention to me. He was too busy squirting way too much gel on my lower stomach and smearing it around with the Doppler wand to pay me any mind.

All I was hearing was a bunch of gurgling and loud distortion when he went even lower, just above my pubic hair, and the rhythmic whoosh filled my heart.

“Mommy doubts me, son,” Carter murmured. “After all these years, she should know Daddy never quits. She wouldn’t’ve been happy about us stayin’ here all day until we heard you.”

I loved hearing him talk to the baby, loved hearing him say Mommy and Daddy and knowing he was talking about us.

“Look at that, one hundred and forty. Daddy’s little man already acin’ life, scoring perfect.”

Life couldn’t get any better. Not when I was lying in our bed hearing my future husband call his son, Daddy’s little man. Not until the day came when we got to hold him and see his cute little face. That day would be better. But until then, this day was the best of my life.

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“I’m callin’ Aunt Reagan and tellin’ her we’re not coming over.”

“Don’t you dare,” Delaney seethed.

With school starting up again, she’d been going nonstop this last week and she was exhausted. I could see it but she refused to stay home today and rest. Everyone would understand if we missed my brother’s birthday party. He was a grown ass man, it wasn’t like it was his first birthday or some special milestone, he would not care if we weren’t there. Not to mention, last night when I talked to him he sounded stressed—Honor was overdue and was refusing a C-section.

He’d be just as happy to cancel the whole thing, take his wife to the hospital and strap her to an operating table. I still wasn’t sure why he hadn’t already done it. I’d offered him my help, but he was a sucker for his wife’s green eyes and pretty smile. He’d out-and-out admitted that when she looked at him and pouted she got whatever she wanted.

Carson did, too. Totally a sucker for the women in his life. Not that I was much better because I was taking Delaney to my aunt and uncle’s even though I wanted her in bed and resting. I blame this shit on my dad. It’s his fault for raising us the way he did. And it wasn’t just the lessons about women that he’d told us, it was the example he’d lived. Lily Lenox was the best kind of spoiled.

“When we get there, you’re sitting down and relaxing,” I demanded.

“Thank you, honey.” She stopped in front of me, hitching her purse over her shoulder and rolled up on her toes to kiss me.

It was a good thing my aunt and uncle lived on the outskirts of town and had plenty of land surrounding them because there was a crush of cars in the front of their house. One of the reasons we’d opted for the majority of our get-togethers to happen here. Everyone else except Jackson lived in a development and the amount of cars that would line the streets was obnoxious.

I helped Delaney out of my truck and stopped her before she could get around me.

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