Page 56 of Can We Try?

Reaching over the console, I twine our fingers, and bring her hand to my lips for a kiss before resting our joined hands on her thigh. I point the truck toward my place because it’s closer, and all I want right now more than anything is to hold my girl, and our son.

Chapter

Thirteen

Maggie

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I don’t know what I expected to happen last night, but it wasn’t that we would come back to his place and sleep. Just sleep. Lachlan held me in his arms all night long, and this morning he made me breakfast. The lines are blurred, and I, for one, am okay with that. We haven’t really spoken about how things are changing between us, but it’s there.

“The guys will be here soon,” he tells me as we finish cleaning the kitchen.

“Oh, so you should probably take me home,” I tell him.

“Why would I take you home?”

“Do you want them to know that I spent the night?” I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.

“Do you not want them to know that you spent the night?” he volleys back to me.

I don’t have to think about my answer. “I don’t care if they know.”

He nods. “Good.”

“I’m still in yesterday’s clothes,” I remind him.

“They didn’t see you, and we’re just going to be packing, anyway. You’re not going to be doing much because you’re carrying precious cargo,” he tells me.

My belly flips and I gasp, because it wasn’t my belly and his words that was the reason. It was the baby. “Oh my god, Lachlan!” I say excitedly as tears spring to my eyes. My hands go to my belly as I try to feel from the outside too.

“What?” He’s next to me in an instant, his eyes full of concern and panic. “Are you hurt? Is it the baby? Talk to me, Mags.” His voice quivers.

“I felt him. I felt the baby move.”

“What?” The panic and concern are gone and replaced with wonder. “You felt him?”

I nod, smiling. I take his hands, place them on my belly, and we wait. “There. Did you feel that?”

“No,” he says. He leans down and presses a kiss to my stomach. “Sean, it’s Daddy, you need to take it easy on your momma in there,” he tells our son. He glances up at me. “The book I read said that he can hear me. That babies can recognize voices when they’re born.”

“I read that too,” I tell him.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he tells my belly again. When he looks up, his blue eyes are blazing. I lean down and kiss him. This moment, it’s so special and I’m glad I was here with him when it happened.

“If I keep kissing you, I’m never going to get moved,” he murmurs against my lips.

“What’s another week?” I ask, going in for another kiss. This is something we do freely now. We kiss all the time, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide my true feelings for him.

“I want to be there and be settled.” He nips at my bottom lip before standing.

“Fine. Where do we start?” I ask.

“Well, I was hoping you could help me pack, but you’re not allowed to lift a finger. I’ll have boxes made up for you and you can just add things to them. When they’re full, let me know and I’ll move it out of the way and get you another one.”

“Yes, sir.” I salute him.

“Mags.” His tone is warning, and I smile cheekily.

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