Page 199 of Sinning for Santa

He doesn’t hear me though, or if he does, he doesn’t acknowledge it, moving to my closet and opening the door.

“We need to pack your things.”

“What? No!”

“Yes,” he snarls over his shoulder, so I scramble off my bed and try to stop him as he starts taking my clothes off the hangers.

“No, Devon. Stop. Put them back.”

“Oh, wow. For a moment there I thought you’d totally lost it and were talking to yourself.”

Presley’s voice makes us both freeze and look over our shoulders to see her grinning from the doorway.

“Hey, Presley,” Devon says, and I frown, turning back to him and slapping his arm.

“Don’t speak to my sister.”

He frowns at where I slapped him, but then completely forgets about it as his mind goes back to the baby.

“Find a bag, Jaxcen. Stop wasting time.”

“I said no!” I stomp my foot and ball my fists while Presley giggles from the doorway.

“Iguess he knows about Apricot, then?” she asks, and I send her a ‘you’re not being helpful glare’ as Devon stills, glancing back at my sister.

“Apricot?”

“Yeah. That’s this week’s name since Jax is ten weeks pregnant. The baby is the size of an apricot,” Presley explains, sitting on my bed with a big goofy smile.

“Really?” Devon asks, clearly surprised. “The size of an apricot?”

“Yep.” Presley nods, popping the P before Devon drops to his knees before me, his large hands engulfing my hips as he stares at my tummy.

“Hey there, Apricot.”

Oh fuck.

If I weren’t already pregnant, I would have just conceived right in this moment.

Why is his fascination so adorable?

I glance back at Presley to see her beaming, looking so damn happy.

Why is she looking so damn happy? She knows this can’t happen.

“Stop.” I try to take a step back, but Devon holds me in place.

“When’s the baby due?” he asks, his dark gaze darting up to mine, and hell, I’ve never seen so much hope in his stare before.

“None of your business,” I say quietly as Presley speaks over me. “September.”

“September.” Devon smiles at me before looking back at my stomach, even though all he can see is my green dress. “A spring baby. Fucking perfect.” He nods before leaning forward and pressing his lips to my fabric covered stomach.

I hear Presley sigh from where she’s sitting on my bed, and I shoot her a glare, but she’s too busy looking dreamily at me and Devon.

Great. Now she’s lost her mind too.

“Pack your bag,” Devon says for the hundredth time, standing up and turning back to move to my closet, digging more clothes out.

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