Page 111 of Forbidden You

“Thank you! How is the little man?” We break loose, and I fix my eyes on his wife, Charlotte. She’s looking amazing, especially considering she just pushed out a human being three months ago. Her dirty blonde hair is voluminous, framing her pretty face, while her green eyes are filled with excitement.

“Logan is great. He’s so sweet. I can cuddle him all day.” Her gaze turns to mush, her pupils rapidly becoming moist at the thought of her newborn, and Hunter pulls her against his side as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, then presses a kiss on top of her hair.

“Babe, he’s fine. We’re going to have some fun and we’ll head home first thing tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah.” She frantically nods her head as if she’s trying to shake her mom’s feelings away, putting a smile on my face. “Happy birthday, Bodi.”

“First time,” Hunter mouths above her head.

“You left your kid with someone else for the first time because ofmybirthday?”

She nods. “Of course. I wouldn’t want to miss your birthday.”

“Thanks, Charlotte. Means a lot. Where did you take the little man?”

“Nana.” She smirks, mentioning Rae’s grandmother.

“Oh, then he’ll definitely be fine. He might even get his first fried chicken, if he’s lucky.”

“He’s twelve weeks, Bodi.” She shakes her head with a dull expression.

“Sorry, I know shit about babies.” We break out into laughter before my gaze falls on Jason. The bastard holds my gaze with a wolfish grin, and I shake my head, then wrap my arms around him.

“Don’t start, Spencer,” I chuckle as I whisper in his ear.

“Don’t start what?”

I break loose, accusingly pointing my finger at him, and his arms cross in front of his body, his grin never lowering. “You know what.”

“I don’t. Care to inform me?”

“Just shut up. The entire fucking night.”

“I make no promises,” he laughs, brushing his hand through his short blonde hair.

“Julie!” I bring her in for a big hug, using her as a human shield against my brown nosing friend. Her dirty blond hair is cut to her shoulders, and her brown eyes give me a kind look, radiating with spirit.

“Nice to see you, birthday boy.” She’s a confident woman, but something in her tone has my brows quivering.

“Are you okay?” I murmur with my arms still around. Her body tenses, before it relaxes in my embrace, and I find her glassed gaze.

“It’s complicated.” She then brushes it away before I can ask her what’s going on. “But nothing that can’t be fixed with a good cocktail.”

“Or shots,” I reply with a grin before Kayla tugs on my arm.

“Come. Sit! Sit!” I offer Julie an apologetic look before Kayla guides me onto the red big corner sofa that sits under the window. The room is decently sized, giving us enough space to dance if we want to, while on the left wall stands a small bar with a bartender standing behind it. It’s like a quaint little attic, converted to our private bar.

“Can you put some music on?” Kayla calls out to the bartender and within seconds, a Coldplay song is audible in the background.

We fall down on the couch, while the rest follow, all eyes settling on me. I watch how Rae hands Kayla a gift, and she takes it with her light blue eyes glimmering with joy.

Like a kid in the candy store, she peers up with me, holding the silver wrapped gift in front of me. She looks like it’s her birthday instead of mine, and it’s fucking adorable.

“I got you a gift.”

“You got me a gift?” I parrot, a little speechless.

The reason I didn’t tell Kayla it was my birthday is that I wanted to avoid creating a feeling of expectation. Our relationship is unconventional as fuck, and I didn’t want her to feel like she needed to get me a gift for my birthday. But she did.

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