Page 102 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

I melted. “You guys are going on a date.”

“It’s just breakfast,” he said, his tone the complete opposite of my swoony one. “You and Hale and Elara can come.”

“No, I don’t want to intrude. Besides, we have the family photo shoot later today.”

“Cute.”

“I know. We’re adorable.” I set my mug in the sink because I wasn’t supposed to drink caffeine anyway. “You’re still able to photographus, right.”

“Of course.”

“Okay, then I need to shower. Hale’s mom said she’d do my hair and makeup. But you two have fun, and I’ll get all the details when you come back.”

“Ray,” he called, before I left kitchen.

I paused and looked back, but he didn’t say anything. We both smiled, and I read the joy in his eyes. “I know, Ty. I know.”

He bit his lip, looking happier than I’d seen him in long time. “Yeah. Okay, go get ready for your pictures.”

I wasn’t thrilled about my clothing options so I asked Seraphina to come over and help me put something together for the shoot that afternoon.

“I really should design a maternity line,” she commented, also frustrated with my options.

“I don’t think that’s the solution. I’m only pregnant for a few more months.”

“You might have other kids.” She flipped through my closet. “Or I might have one.”

I stilled. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Things can move fast when you find the right guy. You know how it goes. You and Hale got married in a New York Minute.”

Was she implying that Xander might be the right guy? Because he wasn’t. But I wasn’t going to be the one to break that news to Seraphina.

Elara and Hale were picture perfect by the time Tyler returned from breakfast. I, on the other hand, looked bloated and puffy and tired.

“You look great,” Ty argued. “Naomi did an amazing job with your hair and makeup.

“I’ll just hold Elara to hide my clothes.”

“Isn’t the whole point to show off the baby bump?”

“Who knows what the point is with these things? Like we’re ever just wandering through an autumn field dressed in our Sunday best.”

“Would you be in a better mood if I gave you my leftovers from breakfast?”

“Maybe. What’d you have?”

“French toast?—”

“Ooh, yes, please!” I took the box from him.

“Don’t get it on your clothes or mess up your lipstick!”

The photoshoot was adorable. It had all the autumn flare a family could ask for, and Tyler knew exactly what wewanted. Afterwards, he took his laptop to a local coffee shop where I couldn’t hover, and worked on the edits. That evening, when he showed me the proofs, I was obsessed.

“Look at this one!”

“You lookfabulous,” Tyler gushed.

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