Page 35 of Kissing My Soulmate

We order our lunch and then the waitress walks away. I take a drink of my beer. My phone beeps and I see it’s a text from our realtor.

Anne: The owner is going to review the offers and he’ll be in touch early next week.

Jasper: Okay, thanks, Anne.

I look at Lorelei. “They haven’t made a decision yet. We should know by the beginning of the week.”

“Okay. Good to know, I hope we get it.” She’s quiet for a minute and then looks at me, really looks at me. “Are things moving too fast?”

I shake my head. “It may seem that way, but I don’t think so. We’re married and soulmates. Us getting back together and moving forward with life is moving a little faster because we already have a foundation.”

They bring our meals out and while we eat, we talk about things we’d like to do if we get the house. Then once we’re done, we head to the farmers market and get some fresh veggies and fruit.

By the time we get home Lie is yawning, so I tell her to lie down. She kisses me and then heads through the apartment into our bedroom. I put everything away and then I grab a beer and sit down on the couch. On ESPN the Cardinals are playing and I kick my feet up on the coffee table.

My phone beeps, and I pick it up, it’s Greg, our office manager. I read his text and when I do, nausea pools in my belly. “Fucking hell.”

Chapter Twenty

Lorelei

“Okay, now we’re going to move into downward facing dog,” the yoga instructor says.

I do as she says, as sweat slides down between my breasts. Holy shit, this is hard. I thought incorporating yoga into my exercise regimen was probably a good idea. I’ve done some reading and it can help with pregnancy.

I’ve done it before, it’s just been a while, but I’ll get there. We finish our class and I take a drink of my water.

“What did you think of the class?” I turn to the person who just spoke. She’s an older woman, maybe in her fifties, but she’s beautiful.

“It was good. I forgot how hard yoga can be.” I look around. “I’ll definitely be back.”

She smiles. “Great, then see you next time.”

Thank God, she didn’t try to make small talk. I’m terrible at it unless I know the person. I roll up my mat and head outside to my SUV. On my way home I wonder if Jasper will already be gone. He’s been working a lot this past month, which is great, their practice is growing.

I’m off this week to begin packing for our move. We got the Charleston-style home we’d looked at and we close next week. I am beyond excited to move and be settled, long before the baby comes.

Next week is my next OB appointment and the first one Jasper is coming to. I can’t wait to see the little peanut, who is probably the size of a small grain of rice right now. I can’t wait to see Jasper’s reaction to the baby. Hopefully we’ll even get to hear the heartbeat.

I pull into my parking spot and, luckily, Jasper’s truck is still in its spot. Grabbing my bag, I head up to my apartment. Letting myself inside, I find my man eating cereal while standing at the counter.

“Hey, honey.” I come over to him, kissing his lips that taste like milk. Using my thumb, I wipe at his lips. “Do you have to leave right away? I feel like I haven’t seen you.”

Jasper sets his bowl down and wraps his arms around me. “I have about ten minutes before I have to leave. I’m sorry I’ve been gone so much, especially now that we’re getting ready to move. I told you though, I’ve got movers coming Friday because I don’t want you carrying anything.” He places his hand on my lower abdomen. “Precious cargo.”

I swear I turn into a puddle right in front of him, but I don’t care. Pulling his face down to me, I kiss his lips softly. “Precious cargo.” I rub against him like a cat in heat, but I love his smell.

“No, no, no, my horny wife. I don’t have time for that.” He kisses my nose and then disappears to our bedroom.

I laugh softly and then follow behind him.

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“Mr. Allen, what do you think?” The owner of Buzz Coffee looks at the monitor that’s displaying the new logo I made for their whole rebranding project. I was excited to get this account because I’m a big fan of theirs.

He stares at it and scrutinizes every inch of it. If he stares any harder, I’m going to start biting my nails again. I’m to the point where I’m beginning to panic, thinking he hates it.

Mr. Allen finally turns to me. “I love it. It’s simple, yet eye-catching, and exactly what I was looking for.”

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