Page 13 of His Curvy Lady

“Stop predicting what I say.”

“Stop being so predictable. Time for new material!” Lacey teased.

“You owe me a kiss for that.”

“When do I not owe you one?”

“Good point. Now pay up.”

And she did. Several times over.

EPILOGUE

Lacey

Three months later

If it were upto Crew, we would’ve been married the following week after we met. And while he slipped a ring on two weeks after we met, we didn’t officially tie the knot until three months later.

There were a lot of details to plan, and some of our family needed to make arrangements to come, like my mother and Crew’s parents.

With running the spa, Crew working on the security guard business with Zach, and planning the wedding, there was little time for anything else.

And for some reason, that seemed to include my period. I didn’t pay much attention to it while life kept me busy, but reality set back in quickly after the wedding was done.

Shortly after our honeymoon in Hawaii, where we spent two blissful weeks basking on the beach without a care in the world,I realized my period hadn’t come in weeks. When the two pink lines appeared, I freaked out. It was too soon. It was all too soon.

But wasn’t that the way everything seemed to be with Crew?

I racked my brain, thinking we’d been careful, always remembering to use a condom, and then it hit me.

One night, we had a bit too much to drink at the diner with Zach and Camille, and I vaguely remembered drunken, clumsy sex. I doubt a condom made it on successfully that night, if at all.

A baby? A BABY?!

Sometimes I wondered if I knew how to take care of myself, never mind a little human whose entire existence would depend on me.

I picked up my phone and thought about calling my mom. But Crew deserved to hear the news first, no matter how freaked out I was.

After finishing in the bathroom, I wrapped up the pregnancy test in tissue paper and placed it inside a box. I’d surprise him with it tonight.

As I finished paperwork in my office, there was a sharp knock on the door. I looked up to find a young woman standing in the doorway, clutching a folder to her chest. I wanted to reach out and comfort her and let her know she had nothing to be anxious about.

I waved her inside. “Hi, Sadie, come in, please. Make yourself at home. I’m so excited to have you join the team.” I pulled her folder out and skimmed her info quickly. She was my new massage therapist and had just moved to town.

The young woman nodded. “Thank you for the opportunity to work here. I brought in a copy of my license and the other documents you requested. Am I able to start tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Ambitious are we?” I smiled warmly. “I don’t see why not. I’ll show you your room. Feel free to decorate however you’d like. You’ll take walk-ins for now as you buildyour client base. If you have clients already, they’re more than welcome to see you here as well.”

Sadie looked around anxiously. Her legs jiggled, and her hands were tucked underneath her thighs. “Um, I don’t have any of my own clients. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Not at all. We’ll help you grow. C’mon, I’ll show you around.”

“Great.”

After a tour, I walked back into my office to find my husband sprawled out on the couch, snoozing lightly. I chuckled to myself as I shut the door and flicked the lock.

I gently crawled on top of him, and he immediately stirred and wrapped his arms around me, one hand planted firmly on my ass.

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