Page 27 of Going for Three

Her bottom lip trembled seconds before the waterworks. “I love you, too.”

I smiled feeling like the fucking man.

“I know. They don’t call me Mr. Most Likely To Win for nothing. I told you I was going to have you, and now, I got you, and I’m never letting you go. I put that on me. It’s you over everything.”

She hugged my waist with an innocent grin. “I believe you.”

And that was all I needed to hear. Long forgotten was her mom’s mistake earlier tonight. I would do anything to keep that sparkle in her eye and that irresistible smile on her face. She deserved it and so much more.

I nearly jumpedout of my skin when I saw Kianis standing behind me in the mirror. He smirked.

“What you scared for? Must be doing something you’re not supposed to be. I need to go through that phone?”

I placed a hand over my chest then turned to look at him with a grin.

“No, you literally scared me. I’m editing the video I just recorded doing my makeup.” Picking up the phone, I tried to hand it to him. “I can give you the code if you want to look through it, though. I have nothing to hide.”

He shook his head. “Nah, I trust you. Your makeup looks good,” he complimented me, closing the distance between us. “Is it okay to kiss you?”

I nodded, feeling all giddy. He planted a kiss on my lips then handed me the hot chocolate and blueberry muffin he’d bought me from Maison du Soleil.

“Aww. Thank you, babe.”

“You’re welcome, and I’m here to take you to your doctor’s appointment, remember?”

I exited out of the editing app on my phone to check the time. Sure enough, the appointment was in half an hour. I smacked my forehead.

“Time moves so fast. I can barely keep up.”

He took a seat on my bed and rested his forearms on his thighs.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t work so hard, it’d be easier to keep up.”

Placing my phone on my vanity, I walked toward my closet to slip on a pair of sandals. I was already dressed in a yellow nearly floor length sundress.

“Being pregnant has only made me want to go twice as hard.”

He stood from the bed to cross the room. He wrapped his arms around my waist, distracting me from the conversation momentarily. I hadn’t noticed how sexy he looked dressed in light-wash jeans, a green distressed Amiri t-shirt, and white block walkers. His jewelry only included his iced out Patek and Cuban chain. He wasn’t wearing his grills today, but it didn’t mean I wouldn’t still melt when he smiled.

I absentmindedly traced his throat tattoo while looking at us through my full-length mirror. He leaned down to rest his chin on my shoulder and palmed my growing belly. It was becoming more noticeable by the day. I was only four months pregnant, but it looked like I could be twice as far along as that.

“You do know I can take care of y’all?”

I nodded. “Of course, I do, but I have a part to play in providing for our family too. I want our daughter or son to never want for a thing.”

He smiled. “I can only respect that, but when you get farther along, you will have to relax a little bit more, mama.”

He began to kiss on my neck, making me laugh and become putty in his hands which was his intention.

“You don’t play fair, but yes, I will relax more when I’m farther along. For now, mamas got to put that work in.”

I folded my arms over his, keeping him anchored to my body.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect you to be so invested in this.”

He sighed while massaging my belly in small circles. He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve always wanted a family of my own. You getting pregnant just reminded me it was a desire I had.”

I hated the seed of warmth his confession sprouted in my womb.

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