Page 57 of The Moment Promised

I want to believe them.

He places a hand on my stomach. “Four bedrooms would be perfect for us and the twins,” he says to me.

Shanna’s eyes zero in on my stomach, widening as she realizes what Finn has just implied.

That I’m pregnant.

With twins.

To top it off, I ate the world’s biggest breakfast at the hotel buffet and am wearing a fitted tank top. The tips of my ears are fire hot. I want to fade away and become completely invisible.

I force a smile.

“Well, sweetheart.” He squeezes me even closer, acting all lovely dovey. “Let’s look around. Tim and Timmy—the twins,” he clarifies to the real estate agent, “might love it here.” He finishes by giving Emily a nod, pulls me to his side, and walks into the kitchen.

Once we are out of ear shot, I push him off me, facing him head on. “You are the most annoying—” I try to find the right word to call him. Friend? Boyfriend? Summer fling who is also my best friend in the entire world and will probably break my heart when he goes back to college? Instead of assigning a name to what he is to me right now, I let that part of my sentence hang in the air. “You’re a very annoying man.” I point a finger so close to his face, I’m almost touching the tip of his nose.

My heart somersaults at the way his eyes flit over my features. He smiles easily, amused at my annoyance. He sweeps me up, carrying me like a baby.

It sends butterflies parading around my stomach, making it extremely difficult to stay annoyed.

“Are you done?” he whispers, placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

Butterflies wreak havoc to my organs. “No,” I say. “Tim and Timmy?”

He laughs. “They were the first two names that popped into my head.”

“What about Tom and Jerry?”

“Yes, lets name our twin sons after a cartoon mouse and cat,” he says like the idea is ridiculous, which makes my eyes widen.

“Because giving them both the same name is any better,” I say.

“They are not the same name.”

“They’re both nicknames for Timothy,” I say like it’s obvious because it is.

He smiles now. “I know, I just like arguing with you.”

I roll my eyes and kiss him back. Since he started it, it must be okay.

He deepens the kiss, and my hands find their way into his hair, squeezing the roots as I starve for more of him.

Finn quickly pulls away, looking at something behind me.

Or rather, someone.

I blossom a bright shade of red, realizing another family is in the kitchen.

When did they get here?

Finn sets me on my feet. “Didn’t you want to see the upstairs, sweetheart?” he asks, putting on the façade in front of the realtor when we pass her.

“I actually remembered I have groceries in the car,honey,” I say the nickname a little too harshly.

“The Jack and Jill bedrooms would be perfect for Tim and Timmy, they’re right off the master bedroom.” Shanna swoops in, gesturing to follow her up the stairs.

“Oh, well actually—” I start.

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