Page 138 of Until I Find You

She laughs as I take her into the house. “That’s for when you get married.”

“I know, but we have a home together and that’s kind of like getting married, don’t you think?”

She pats me on the cheek. “Not even remotely close, but cute you think so.”

With all the care I can muster, I put her down. “Well, what do you think?”

We stand in the entryway to our new home. Ournew home. Quiet and…unsure.

What do you do when you go from just a few rooms to a whole house full of them?

Decorating has only just started, which means a lot of the furniture is missing or is packed away for the decorator to get to tomorrow. Still, it looks like a home.

Camilla takes a few steps forward and spreads out her arms. She tips her head back, letting her arms fall. “Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow.”

“I love it.”

“That’s good, otherwise we’re out several million,” I say as I slink up behind her and drape myself over her back, wrapping my arms around her chest, and burying my face in her hair.

I look forward to lots of moments like this. Me and my…well, wife sooner than later. That’s on the to-do list. “We’re going to make a life here,” I say to her. “Me and you.”

“Mmm…” She leans back against my chest.

I drift my hand down to her stomach. Maybe I can catch the baby off-guard and get that elusive kick I’ve been waiting for. “And you, of course.”

She laughs, leaning her head against my arm. “They like when you talk.”

My heart jumps. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. They’re trying to get to you.”

I stroke her belly. “Well, I’m right here waiting.”

“I bet it will be right when I try and fall asleep tonight. They can always sense when I’ve laid down and want to keep me up.”

“I look forward to it.”

“Of course, you do, you just want to torture me even more.”

“Please, you know that’s the last thing I want to do to you, baby girl.” I lean down and press a kiss to her neck, gliding my hands over the mound of her stomach and up to the small space now between her belly and growing breasts. “What can Daddy do for you? What do you need?”

She whimpers. “I’m so hungry, and I need a foot rub.”

I chuckle. “Not what I thought you were going to say, but I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

Not an hour later,we’re in our half-furnished living room, Camilla now clad in only a robe and a pair of my boxers as she languishes in a mammoth cloud chair. As promised, she is eating a collection of foods. She couldn’t make up her mind between Thai and burgers and fries, so obviously, I had to get her a little of everything.

I sit on the floor in front of her, massaging lotion into one of her calves as she uses chopsticks to dangle some pad thai into her mouth.

“Mmm…” she says, leaning back.

“Was that the food or me.”

“Both,” she says, without lifting her head.

I continue working on the taut muscle in her calf.

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