Page 136 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

“Why do I need that thing?” I ask. “I still know the code.” I punch in the numbers and the door clicks open.

He laughs but shoves the key into my hand anyway. “Take it. And tomorrow I’ll call the security company and put you on the list. By the way, my security password isFruit Bomb.Just in case the alarm ever trips accidentally, and they call you.”

I giggle. “Only you would have a password like that.” I step across the threshold and stop. “Lucas, are you one hundred percent sure this is what you want?”

He pins me to the wall. “One hundred and ten.”

I smile as he kisses me, and I can’t mistake the feel of his erection against my thigh. “Hold on there, Wine Boy. You know Dr. Russo said at least four weeks.”

“It’s a perfectly natural reaction, Regan. Besides, I’m not with you for your body.” His eyes roll. “Okay, notjustfor your body.”

I’m not sure how this man can make me feel sexy when I’m only five days postpartum. But it’s one of the reasons I know thisis right. I don’t care what my parents think. What the rumors will be. What anyone says. This thing between us is real. I think my heart knew it even before my head did.

“We probably should have stopped at my place to pack up a few things.”

“No need,” he says, motioning to the living room.

Tucked into a bright, cozy corner is my favorite reading chair. The one I kept by the window in my apartment. The one you can sink into and get lost in a book.

“My chair.” I stare at it in wonder. “How did it get here?”

“Along with everything else,” he says, gesturing toward the dining room where Joey is cowering behind the leg of his table.

“Joey!” I go over to pick him up and smile back at Lucas. “You did all this?”

“My brothers, Ryder, and your dad moved everything.”

“Allof it?” I feel my cheeks flush.

“Don’t worry. I told them not to go in any bedroom drawers if they didn’t want to be traumatized for life. I had Maddie and Ava pack all that shit. Along with your clothes.”

I put Joey down and press myself against Lucas’s back, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you.”

He turns in my arms and kisses my forehead. “Anything for you.”

“They left most of your furniture in the apartment for Ryder. But anything else you really want, I’ll get moved.”

“I don’t need anything else. Just the chair.” I lean into him. “How did you know?”

“Because I knowyou, Ray.”

I gaze up at him. “I think you really do. And you’re one of the only ones who does.”

“Come on.” He takes my hand. “Let me give you a tour.”

“Ihavebeen here before,” I say. “I know it’s been a while. Not since Sylvia Franco interviewed us. But I’m sure nothing’schanged other than my clothes.” I do a little jig, excited about getting to share his massive closet.

“Oh, there may be one or two things that are different.”

He drags me down the hallway and stops at one of the rooms I never looked in. When he opens the door, my eyes completely bug out of my head. It’s a nursery. Complete with professionally painted light-blue walls with white paneling, the most beautiful baby furniture, baby contraptions I didn’t even know existed, and toys upon toys upon more toys.

“Oh my god. You did all this?Today?”

He shakes his head. “This was done weeks ago.”

My jaw hangs open. “Weeks ago?”

He shrugs. “Even with him only being here every other weekend, I still wanted it to feel like home.”

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