Page 63 of Last Minute Fiancé

“Paisley and Devney already put a few covered dishes in the freezer.”

“Of course, but I’m going to make something from scratch just because it’s my first night here.” I winked. “And that means you have to eat whatever I give you.”

“I feel like there’s a dirty joke in there.”

“Probably having something to do with a penis, but don’t worry, I know you’re not allowed to do that either.” I let out a put-upon sigh, and she laughed.

“Sorry. This whole bedrest thing really sucks.”

“Very much. But I’m going to be here the whole time, I promise.”

I looked down at her hand and realized she still wore the ring. What was supposed to be fake was becoming all too real.

And I didn’t mind it.

Only I was worried what would happen when she took the ring off, and living together for months set in.

That would be the true test of whatever relationship this was.

But I would make it work.

Even if it broke both of us in the end.

ChapterFifteen

Addison

Months.

It had been months of me sleeping in this stupid armchair, or in my bed with pillows propped behind me, pretending that I wasn’t going out of my mind.

Months of bed rest, and it was almost over.

Only two more weeks and this baby would come, and my life would change again.

Our life would change.

Sitting in my La-Z-Boy, I ran my hands over my swollen stomach, smiling as the baby kicked. I was only smiling now because the baby was kicking my hands and not my bladder. We had decided not to find out the sex of the baby, because we wanted to be surprised, as everything with this pregnancy and my current life situation was a surprise. It wasn’t all bad, wasn’t all scary, some of it was even good. Some of it was even surprising.

The baby was kicking, and everything was going well, and we were somehow making it work.

Luca was in the nursery, working on the finishing touches putting the changing station together. I had wanted to help, but had been scowled at when I offered, so I had sat in the rocking chair in the corner, pointing to where I wanted things, even though I changed my mind four times. This part of nesting hadn’t been in the book. These hormones were making me insane.

I had been relegated to the living room armchair again, my feet up, as I read over a few more reports, taking notes for Paisley.

My friends and family were a godsend.

I knew I wouldn’t have been able to make it through these months without them.

My parents were here often, helping with grocery shopping and helping me make sure that I was as ready for this baby as possible.

They hadn’t even blinked an eye when they realized that Luca wasn’t sleeping in the guest room turned nursery, but was sleeping right beside me.

Luca and I hadn’t even talked about it. The first night he moved in we had been lying on the bed, talking with one another about what we needed to do the next morning and for the rest of the week, when we had just fallen asleep mid-sentence.

Luckily he had set an alarm so he could head to work, but he hadn’t left my bed since.

While it wasn’t like the two of us could actually do anything with this heat between us, it was still there, even when I was grumbling about retaining water, that I felt disgusting, and just wanted to get out of this damn house, we still just clicked.

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