Page 50 of The Homewrecker's Fate

“That’s the sweetest thing.”

“I seem to do a lot of sweet things where you’re concerned.

“Boyfriend of the year material right there,” I teased.

“Just the year?”

I shrugged and giggled. “We’ll see if we can add the rest of our lifetime to that in the future.”

“Count on it, except at some point we’ll have to change my title.”

“Your title?”

“I’m not going to remain your boyfriend forever. One day, I’ll be your fiancé, and then another I’ll be upgraded to husband of the year.”

“That sounds like a good plan, Brax.”

“I’m glad you agree, Avi.”

He got me situated in the car. It was sad that we were using the Charger instead of his Durango because it was becoming more of a pain in the ass for me. His vehicle sat far too low for me to balance my pregnant body while trying to slide in. He would have to use a pry bar to get me out before too long.

“What do you think they’ll do at this appointment?” Brax asked as we drove across town to my OB/GYN.

“I’m not sure. I think the nurse told me they’ll be doing some kind of stress test to check on the baby and of course listening to our heartbeats. I always have to pee in a cup. It kind of makes me wonder if there’s some weird use they’ve found for pregnant lady urine, since they collect so much.”

“I kind of wonder if your pregnant lady brain has gone crazy when you say things like that,” Brax deadpanned.

“What? Seriously! What do they need with all that pee, Brax? They literally take gallons of it!”

“I’m fairly certain they do not take gallons.”

“You haven’t seen me pee lately. I don’t know where it all gets stored, to be honest.”

Brax chuckled as he drove. We had both taken the day off to rest and relax after my appointment because lately just going to the doctor seemed like a lot of work. Brax thought it was because I was always worried, they would tell me something was wrong when I went in. That was true, and maybe I put more stress on my body than I realized by fretting about things that would probably never come to pass.

When we finally got to the office, all my reasons not to worry came back to the surface the minute I walked into the lobby and saw who was seated there waiting to be called back. I glanced from Rich to Mel and back again before finally settling on Mel.

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed to me. Rich was involved with her pregnancy in a way that I wouldn’t allow him to be there for mine. Part of me thought he did it just to get that little dig in with Braxton in case the baby turned out to be his. Then he could make some rude ass comment about how he was there for Mel when Brax was too busy with me. I could almost see the plan formulating in Rich’s head, now that I knew the real man behind the façade he showed everyone.

“Hey Mel,” I finally managed to say before I went to the window to check in. Rich seemed peeved that I hadn’t acknowledged him, but he could go fuck himself. There might come a day, after my baby was born, where I had to be civil to him, but that day was not today because Janine didn’t know anything about her biological father.

Once I was all checked in, I sat on Mel’s other side with Brax taking the seat next to me. I turned to Mel and asked, “Have you talked to Trent lately?”

She grinned, knowing exactly how bitchy I was being by asking.

“Last night,” Mel admitted.

“Who the fuck is Trent?” Rich asked after predictably taking the bait.

“Oh,” I feigned surprise like I thought he knew. “After you left early that day, when we were all at Lake Juniper, this walking sex God, and former Olympian, came over to help us build a sandcastle and he was absolutely smitten with our beautiful Mel.”

“She’s pregnant!” He snapped.

“So,” I taunted. “She’s still gorgeous, plus she has that glow.”

“She’s pregnant with my child!” He threw it out there like we didn't already suspect that.

“Well, we don’t really know that yet,” I hemmed before turning to throw Brax a wink.

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