Page 62 of Can We Try?

Chapter

Fourteen

Lachlan

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As soon as I’m through the front door, I kick off my shoes and pull my phone out of my pocket to video call Maggie.

“Hey, you,” she answers.

“Hi.” I sigh because it’s been a long-ass day. “How are you feeling? How’s our boy?” I make my way to the kitchen and pull open the fridge, looking for what I’m going to eat for dinner tonight.

“We’re both good. He’s really active tonight.”

“I can’t wait until I can feel him. That’s a good thing he’s been active, but I hope he’s taking it easy on you. Have you had dinner?” I ask.

“Yeah, I heated up a can of tomato soup and made a grilled cheese. What about you?”

“Just getting home. My last client changed his mind on his design, so I had to make some modifications before I could make the stencil, and we both decided to just stay late tonight and knock it all out so he doesn’t have to wait for it to heal and come back for the rest.”

“Long day,” she muses.

“Very long day.” I grab the left-over Chinese we had Sunday when she was here. That was three days ago. It’s still good, right? “This is still good, right?” I ask her what I’m thinking as I hold the box up so that she can see it.

“Yes, it’s fine, as long as it’s been in the refrigerator.”

“Perfect.” Propping the phone up on the paper towel holder, I pour the contents onto a plate and pop it into the microwave.

“How was the surgery today with the new doctor?” I ask her. She’s been nervous about the new surgeon starting. Some of them can be real pretentious assholes. Her words not mine.

“Good, actually. He was really nice.”

“Not too nice, I hope.”

Her laughter fills the air around me from the small speaker of my phone, and I’m half tempted to drive to her place just to see her in the flesh.

“Not too nice. Besides, what man is going to hit on a woman who’s big and pregnant?” She chuckles.

“First of all, you’re a fucking knockout, Mags. And you’re not big. You’re all belly. Isn’t that what Mom said? Hell, I was behind you the other day in the store and couldn’t even tell you were pregnant from the back.”

“Other than my waddle, you mean.” She smiles.

“You don’t waddle.”

“I’m sure that time is coming.”

I watch through my phone’s screen as she stares down at her belly affectionately while rubbing over where our son is growing.

“Worth it though,” she says, looking up and finding my gaze through the screen.

The microwave beeps, so I grab my phone, tuck my bottle of sweet tea under my arm, and retrieve it before sitting down at the dining room table, propping my phone up so I can still see her while I eat. “Do you want more kids?” I ask her, taking a bite.

“Yeah. As an only child, I always wanted at least two children, if not more. What about you? Do you plan on giving Sean a brother or sister someday?” she asks.

Not unless I do it with you. “Yeah, I could get behind that.” I finish off my meal, while Maggie tells me Grandma Doris called and is knitting Sean a blanket.

“That’s really sweet of her.”

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