Page 49 of Caught By A Cowboy

“I am sure. I just need confirmation.” I hold open the door and tip my chin at the nurse before I follow her out to the reception.

“Well, in another twenty week’s time, you’ll get that confirmation.” She smiles at me cleverly, and it makes me want to spank her ass.

“Come on, you can take me to Jean’s diner for some pie.” She rests her shoulders against the passenger door of my truck when we get to it. My girl is one hot mess these days, and she knows exactly how to press all my buttons. The top she’s wearing is low enough to showcase her ever-growing tits and cropped so her slightly-rounded belly sticks out over the top of her new low-waist jeans.

“Babe, we’re in the city, you can get pie from any place you like,” I laugh, reaching my hands around her ass and tucking them into her back pockets.

“I know, but little JJ’s really got his heart set on Jean’s cherry pie.” She rubs a circle around her bump proudly. It has me wantin’ to fuck her right here, right now, up against this door but right now it’s not dick she wants, it’s pie, and I’m happy to make it my life’s work to give her exactly what she needs.

“So, come on, tell me why you don’t want to find out.” I wait until she's inhaled her pie and is resting back in the booth before I quiz her.

“I’m not telling you, you’ll think I’m stupid.” She looks out of the window to avoid making eye contact.

“Baby, last night you cried over Wheel of Fortune. I already think you're stupid.” My teasing earns me a kick under the table and I take both her hands in mine so she can’t escape me before I lean forward on its surface.

“You can tell me anything,” I remind her. That’s the promise we made to each other, and there ain’t a thought inside her head that I’d want her to keep from me.

“Fine.” She twists her lips in that bratty little way that sometimes makes me forget she’s pregnant and want to punish her, just for being so damn cute.

“I was talking to some other expectant moms on the forum…”

I immediately roll my eyes, I swear that fuckin’ forum is the bane of my life right now.

“Hear me out before you judge.” She stares back at me accusingly.

“One or two of them have had babies before, and they say that not knowing really helped them get through labor, you know, like an incentive kind of thing.”

“Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure the baby you get at the end is the incentive,” I remind her.

“I know you're excited to find out for sure, and so am I. But I'm also really nervous about…you know.” She looks around the room and blushes.

“I couldn’t help overhear.” Jean nudges me out of her way as she slides into the booth beside me. “And I agree with the forum moms, I was in labor for seventy-three hours with Cade.” She places down her tray like she intends on staying put.

“Seventy-three?” Maddison stares at me in horror.

“That's right, and I can tell you it wasn’t easy. Have you ever suffered from hemorr–”

“Thank you, Jean, that's quite enough.” I budge back into my space and almost knock her off the seat. “Can we get the check, please, darlin’?” I throw her a look that tells her she ain’t helping and although she’s clearly put out, she still marches off to get it.

“Seventy-three hours, Jace. I’d never survive that long.” Her head shakes.

“Jean exaggerates,” I tell her, lifting my hat and placing it on my head as I stand up. Everyone in town has known for a few weeks now, that Maddison’s expecting, yet they all still have to stare at her.

“I hate it when they do that,” she whispers under her breath as I place some bills on the table and when she starts tugging on that top she’s wearing to hide her stomach, I take her hand in mine so she can’t. She seemed so confident when she came down the stairs wearing it this morning. I thought all my efforts to make her understand how much I adore the way her body’s changing had finally sunk in. I guess I was wrong.

“They’re staring because you're beautiful,” I remind her, glancing over to Hayden Chambers who’s notably checking out my girl's ass and her new-rounded figure.

He quickly looks away when he notices me glaring at him, and I feel my girl’s body tense when Sheriff Hale steps into the diner and joins him at his table.

“Come on, let's getcha home.” I quickly guide her out the door and toward my truck.

“Do you know if they have any leads on that missing person?” she asks suspiciously as I open her door and help her up into her seat. She shoos me away when I go to buckle her up, and gives me that warning look that tells me I’m being overbearing again.

“Not that I know of.” I kiss her cheek and tap her tummy before making my way around the hood so I can jump behind the wheel.

She buckles herself up and when she takes a deep breath, I can tell that she isn’t done.

“Isabel was telling me that he and your mom were seeing each other.” She pries some more.

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