Page 130 of Catch You

“He misses you all terribly.”

“I know. It was the right thing for him to do, though. I know he’s felt guilty about leaving us, but he needed the new start. He needed to find you.”

Emotion clogs my throat once again. Damn pregnancy hormones.

“It’s so good to be here. I’ve always wanted to visit.”

“Well, we can do all the sights. It’s been years since I did any of the tourist things.”

“Sounds perfect.”

We turn into an English-looking pub and find an empty table.

“So, what’s good here?”

“Leave it with me, baby.” Corey winks and I push the menu away, trusting him wholeheartedly. He’s made me a few full English breakfasts since living together, but each time he tells me that it’s not quite the real thing.

He orders for us all, and we sit chatting about everything we’ve been up to before Corey places his hand on my thigh.

Racing to pull our scan photo from my purse, I hand it to him under the table.

“We’ve actually got something to tell you,” Corey says, causing all conversation to immediately halt. Helen’s eyes sparkle as they drop to my ring finger. She quickly covers her disappointment when she finds it bare.

“Well, go on. Don’t keep us waiting.”

A wide smile splits Corey’s face a beat before he reveals our secret by sliding the picture toward her. He’s been excited to tell his mom that she’s going to have a second chance at being a grandmother. She hardly spent any time with Layla, seeing as she was almost always abroad with his dad.

“Oh my God,” Helen cries, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. “Really?” Tears fill her eyes, as do mine at her happiness.

“Really. Sixteen weeks in.”

She quickly takes the scan and stares down at our little fuzzy baby.

Helen jumps up as if her chair just bit her ass and lunges for me. I manage to stand just in time for her to pull me into her arms.

“Thank you, Harlow. Thank you so much,” she whispers in a shaky voice. “You’ve brought him back to life.”

Once I’ve eatenthe biggest English breakfast I’ve ever seen in my life, we head back to their house so that I can have a nap.

Corey has agreed to go out with his friends tonight. Now he’s got over his apprehension of me meeting his family, he wants to introduce me to everyone.

“Are you nearly ready? The Uber will be here in two minutes,” he calls as he walks through to the guest room at his mom’s house. “Whoa,” he says, stopping in the doorway, his eyes locked on my chest. “Second thoughts, we’ll just get a hotel for the night.”

“So yeah, my dress doesn’t really fit anymore,” I sulk. It’s one of my favorites, but seeing as my breasts have practically quadrupled in size in the past few weeks, it’s almost obscene.

“It looks fucking perfect to me.”

“You say that now; wait until you’re introducing me to your friends.”

He pales slightly. “Yeah, we’re definitely going to a hotel.”

Swatting his hand away, I step into my shoes and grab my shawl in the hope it might cover my cleavage. “Come on, they’ll be waiting.”

“They can wait until another night,” he sulks but reluctantly follows me from the room and down the stairs.

“Harlow, you look gorgeous,” Helen gushes when she comes to say goodbye.

“Thank you.”