Page 63 of Can We Try?

“It is. I love that I’ll have something from her to hand down to him when he’s older, maybe when he has kids.”

“Hold up, woman. Don’t go making us grandparents just yet.”

“They say it flies by, Lachlan.”

“I’m sure it does, but we’re going to soak up every minute,” I tell her as she stands and moves around her house.

“You getting ready for bed?” I ask.

“No. Don’t judge me, but I want some peanut M&M’s. I’ve been craving them all day and trying to be good, but I need my fix.” She laughs.

“Me? Judge a sweet fix? Babe, did you forget who you’re talking to?” I tease.

“Damn, I’m out.” I hear bags crinkling. “I knew I forgot something at the store.” Her expression falls. “Oh, well, I didn’t need the extra calories anyway.” She closes the pantry door and moves back to the couch.

“I should go so I can grab a shower.”

“Sure. Get some rest.”

“I’ll call you before I go to bed,” I tell her.

“You don’t have to do that. You’ve had a long day.”

“I want to hear your voice before I go to sleep.”

She smiles. “Okay. Talk soon.” She waves at the camera and ends the call.

Rushing to my room, I pull out a duffel bag and toss in some clothes for tomorrow, as well as everything else I’ll need to shower at her place. Once I’ve locked up the house, I head to town. My first stop is the gas station. My girl needs her fix.

Twenty minutes later, I’m pulling into her driveway with two of the sharing size bags of peanut M&M’s. I don’t take my duffel in case she doesn’t invite me to stay. Instead, I leave it on the back seat and march up to her door with the treat I bought for her. I don’t want to knock and scare her since it’s getting late, so instead, I text her.

* * *

Me: Open your front door.

Maggie: What?

Me: I’m here. Can you let me in?

Maggie: I gave you a key.

Me: I know, but you didn’t know I was coming, and it’s not an emergency.

Maggie: Come in, Lachlan. I’m changing for bed. I’ll be right out.

Me: I’ll come help you.

Maggie: LOL. Be right there.

* * *

Shoving my hand into my pocket, I pull out my keys and unlock her door, just as she comes striding into the living room, wearing my shirt and what appears to be nothing else. My feet carry me to where she’s standing just behind the couch. I immediately caress her cheek. “You’re beautiful.” She blushes and tilts her head to the side against my hand.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, placing her hand over mine that’s still resting against her cheek.

“I brought you something.”

“At nine o’clock at night?”

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