Page 63 of Can't Win 'Em All

“Did I wake you up?” Rex inadvertently cringed as he looked me over. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would be…” He trailed off, his gaze moving down.

When I glanced down to see what had garnered his attention, I realized my stomach was jutting out from beneath my shirt, and I wasn’t wearing a bra. “Sorry.” I jerked down the shirt, although you could still see some skin. There was no point in buying a bunch of new pajamas when I was sleeping alone these days. “I can’t help myself sometimes. The napping I mean. I just get tired so easily.”

Sympathy washed over Rex’s features. “Of course you’re tired. You’re growing a whole other human.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What do you want, Rex? I thought you were mad at me.”

“I’m annoyed that you don’t remember what a great orgasm machine I am.” He made an attempt at a smile, but it was weak. Then he sighed. “I’m sorry for being a pain. You hit my ego hard, and I didn’t take it well. That doesn’t mean I should’ve been such an idiot.”

“A baby,” I corrected. “You were being a baby.”

A muscle worked in his jaw, and I was convinced he was going to stomp his foot and take off. Instead, he blew out a sigh. “Fine. I was a baby.”

For some reason, his morose response was all I needed to put the incident behind us. He was too pathetic—and cute—to stay mad at. “What’s all this?”

“Stuff for you.” He rolled the cart into my sitting area. “I figured I should probably start taking care of you instead of being a baby.”

Even though he was being contrite, there was something off about him. I just couldn’t put my finger on what. “This is all to take care of me?” There was no containing my surprise.

He nodded.

Curious, I moved closer to the cart. The first thing I saw was the huge pillow hanging from the top rail. “What’s that?”

“It’s a pregnancy pillow.” Rex retrieved it. “As you get bigger…” He trailed off, seemingly realizing that he was walking a fine line.

I raised an eyebrow and waited.

“As our baby gets bigger,” he corrected out of nowhere, leaving me fighting a grin. “Something is going to get bigger.” He looked pained. “This is supposed to wrap around your stomach and make things easier for you to sleep. I read about it in one of those books you gave me, and I thought it might be nice for the final months of your pregnancy.”

I nodded as I took the pillow. I couldn’t identify the material it was made from, but it was soft. “Thank you. I have run into a few problems sleeping.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, then gestured toward the couch. “Sit down.”

I frowned, but didn’t argue with him. I held the pillow tight as I got comfortable on the couch.

“I have a massage chair being delivered,” he volunteered out of nowhere. “I know you’re probably going to balk at it taking over space in your room, but I thought it could help until the baby is born. Then, as soon as you don’t want it any longer, all you have to do is tell me, and I’ll get it out of here.”

It was a sweet gesture, and he wasn’t wrong, massage chairs were ugly. For once I was willing to put up with an ugly piece of furniture for the sake of my comfort, however. “Okay.” I smiled. “I can probably make that work.”

“I tested them in the store?—”

“Of course you did.”

Now his smile matched mine. “I wanted to make sure you had the best one. It will be here in about an hour.”

Try as I might, I couldn’t contain my excitement over the chair. “Please tell me it does feet too.”

“It does.” He nodded. “Although, it can’t really squeeze your feet.” He looked down. “Do your feet hurt?”

“They’re a little swollen.” I held out my hands. “I guess it’s just something I’ll have to put up with until I give birth.”

He didn’t look thrilled with that option. “Or I could rub them for you.”

The offer seemingly came out of nowhere and threw me. “Um … you don’t think that would be weird?”

He shrugged. “We got drunk, had sex one night—this was after your brother and my sister got married—and now we’re having a baby together. I just had a meltdown because you don’t remember the orgasms. I think we’re well past weird.”

He had a point. Still, I hesitated. “They do kind of hurt,” I acknowledged.

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