Page 75 of The Bartender's Baby

“Since you’re so anxious to get him out,” he said, raising his brow in question, “we could give that old wives’ tale a shot and see how many orgasms it would take to induce it.”

I played back the last five seconds in my head. “What did you say?”

“I could give you a couple’a orgasms. Help the process along.”

I struggled to sit up, waving my hand. “No. No. Before that. What did you say?”

He eyed me. “You’re anxious to give birth and asking about contractions…?”

I pointed at him. “That. Then. You said I was anxious to gethimout.”

He shot up. “No, I didn’t.”

I sucked in a breath, my hand on my racing heart. “You said him!”

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t.”

“And you look totally guilty.” My nose started to burn, throat clogged. “You said him. I’m having…” I cupped my hands on my bare stomach. “Frogger’s a boy?”

Nate shook his head as the guilt fled his eyes, his gaze going soft. And then he nodded, whispering, “I didn’t mean to look, but the envelope wasn’t sealed and I accidentally knocked it down last week and the edge of the paper poked out and I—I’m sorry, Tab. I know you wanted to wait, but I?—”

I struggled to push off the bed, and when Nate bent to help me up, I threw my arms around his neck. “Frogger’s a boy.”

He breathed out a laugh against my cheek. “Yeah. Frogger’s a boy.” He kissed my temple. “Are you happy?”

“I’m so happy,” I sniffed. “I’m having a boy.” I placed my hands on either side of Nate’s face, holding his gaze. “We’re having a boy.”

That was when his eyes went glassy. “We’re having a boy.”

We held each other, reveling in the knowledge that soon we would have a baby boy. Frog was real, and he’d be here.

“So,” Nate started after a few minutes, his hands journeying down my still-naked back to my ass then around to my hips and thighs. “Where did we land on the orgasms?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “No, thank you.”

“Fine,” he whined good-naturedly then helped me to put on clothes. All the while I couldn’t stop thinking about the boy in my belly.

After dressing me in underwear, shorts, and one of his T-shirts, forgoing a bra, he sat me down in the living room with Lucy. He gave me my water bottle, along with a suggestion. “We could play a game.”

It’s a boy. “What kind of game?”

“I’ve got one or two buried somewhere in the basement. Probably Clue or checkers.”

I shook my head.What color will his eyes be?

“A movie?”

I sighed and put a pillow between my knees as I turned on my side, pushing against the lump in my belly. His butt.Come out already.

As if he heard me, I felt another cramp. This time, it was a tiny bit stronger and in my back too.

Nate noticed my wince. “Is it a contraction?”

“I honestly don’t know. It could be or not. It’s not much different from other things I’ve felt. And it could be Braxton-Hicks.”

He tugged at his hair, playing on his phone. “Well, it’s been like ten minutes. You weren’t feeling anything this morning or last night?”

“Yeah, but I’ve kinda been feeling little things here and there for the last couple of days.”

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