Page 91 of It's Always Us

“About as good as expected.”

“That good, huh? I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

I sink down in my bed and pull the covers higher. “Me, too. Her new boyfriend was there.”

“No way.”

I nod. “It gets better. His son joined us. She wanted me to get to know him and his friends.”

“Lex, I’m sorry.”

I shrug. “It’s ok. They actually seemed nice. Although it was awkward to tell her I’m married and pregnant in front of them. Then she went onto rant about men and me and . . . ” I sigh, releasing the last bit of stress from the night. “It’s over. She knows and can stop trying to pawn me off on strange men.”

“Yeah, that shit ends today.”

I smile. I could tell him more, but what’s the point? “When we left, Brad told me to let him know if you were an asshole.”

“I bet he did,” he grunts.

I shouldn’t like to see him jealous as much as I do. “You’re a sneak.”

He pulls back, feigning innocence. “What? Me?”

I glare. “You trying to drive the world crazy or just me?”

That mischievous grin takes over, and I want to kiss him so much. “You have no idea. My phone is blowing up with people wanting to know who you are and guessing what it means. Rumors are flying.”

“You’re such a drama queen.”

“The only kind of drama I’m having from now on is the good kind. The you kind. The baby kind. I’m obsessed.”

“You’re insane.” I bite my lip. “Hey,” I say quietly. “You still want me to go with you this weekend?”

His face softens. “Yes. So much. I’ll pick you up.”

“Ok.”

“You’ll need a dress.” I groan, and he smiles. “Preferably a very sexy one that shows off lots of skin and our growing babies.”

“Seriously. Are you trying to get the entire female population to hate me?”

He laughs. “No, I told you. I want to let the whole world know I did that, and I’m damn proud of it.”

“Ugh. You and Grandpa. Do I have any role in this?”

He smiles. “You played the most important part. You came and found me.”

“You came and found me first,” I yawn.

“I did. The best, most terrifying decision I ever made.” I study him, missing him terribly, and thinking about everything Grandpa said.

“Will you let me know how it goes tomorrow?”

“Yes. I’m getting out of this city and somewhere with some room for us to grow.”

Us. Room to grow.A warmth rolls through me at the thought. It sounds nice. Like a dream. A dream I’ve clung to for so long it’s hard to let myself believe it could come true.

“Hey.” Mark’s voice is soft and tentative. “Did you see the app I sent you?”

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