Page 129 of Until I Find You

“We’d like you and Bridget to be the godparents,” I say.

Seth’s dark eyebrows fly so far up his face I think they’re going to fly away. “But your brother and–”

“They’re already godparents to the twins. We wanted to spread the wealth,” I explain. “Plus, as you were saying…” I tighten my arm around Camilla. “We’re closer now than ever. And as you said, we owe you.”

Seth clamps his mouth tight. I’ve never seen my friend cry; however, this is the closest he’s come to it. He looks down at Bridget. “You said yes?”

“Of course, I did, but if you don’t–”

“No, no. I mean, yes.” Seth looks me in the eye and nods firmly. “Yes, we’d be honored. Now my question feels a lot less important.”

Camilla frowns. “What did he ask you?”

I laugh. “I’ll tell you later. You guys go enjoy. We’ll be around.”

We part ways after loving hugs from Seth and Bridget. In all honesty, I need a moment alone with Camilla. I’ve become used to having her at my side all the time. And given the pregnancy, it comforts me to know how she’s feeling. “Everything going okay back here?”

“Jack, I’m fine,” she says with a knowing look.

“Ah. Well, good.”

Camilla’s eyes bug out. “Oh!” She grabs my hand and places it against her belly. “You feel that?”

All I feel is the soft fabric of her dress and the warmth underneath. I sigh, trying not to let my disappointment show. “Not yet.”

She keeps my hand there. “Soon.”

“Soon,” I say with a nod although there’s a small, perhaps irrational part of me that’s scared I never will. “But seriously, how are things holding up back here?”

Camilla beams, looking through the crowd. “I think good. No fights are breaking out, people are telling me they’re excited to come in on a normal day. Mugs are gone, T-shirts are running low. We’re doing fine. Great, even.”

“Good. If you get tired–”

“Jack…”

I tip her chin up. “Baby girl…it’s my job to take care of you, even on the clock, all right. Let me worry about you.”

“As long as it’s not distracting you too much.” She leans closer, enough for me to smell the perfume of the flower in her hair.

“I promise you,worryingabout you isn’t the thing distracting me,” I reply in a low voice, glancing around to make sure no one is trying to get involved in our conversation.

Her cheeks turn a deep red. She huffs. “You can’t imply things like that right now, you’re going to get me all...”

Laughing, I pull her into my arms and drop a kiss to the top of her head. Love the feeling of her bump pressing up againstme although it’s getting more cumbersome. “Something to look forward to tonight.”

“You better let me go unless you are ready to be pulled into the broom closet and–”

I release her, though I would not mind being grabbed by the front of my shirt and dragged into a private corner for her to have her way with me. “You’re right, you’re right. Not today.”

With a safe distance between us, we recalibrate.

“Things are going okay behind the bar?”

I nod. “All good. Though we’re going to have to make more hibiscus syrup before the day is up.”

“Not a bad problem.”

“No, not at all.” I observe the café for a moment. Every face has a smile. “We did good, I think.”

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