Page 67 of Say You Want Me
She giggles. “Not at first. Not until you’re further along, but that tingling, moving feeling that’s almost like gas?” I nod, letting her know I’m following. “It’s the baby.”
“Holy crap!” I rest my hand on my stomach with a grin. “She’s become so real to me.” I whisper and then worry at my bottom lip. “Pres, what do you think is going on with Wyatt?” My eyes move toward him. “He’s being weird. It’s making me question things.”
I get hung up on this a lot in my mind. With never really loving someone, do I even know what love feels like? I love people, obviously, but loving a man is totally different. It’s things that I never experienced before. He’s the first thought I have in the morning. I wonder if he brought his lunch or if he’s thinking of me, which then usually leads to me stopping by and seeing him on my way to the bakery.
He does the sweetest little things too. The other day he ordered a Keurig and every different flavor of Starbucks cups he could find. I’m waiting for him to hire a barista at this point. Then, he kissed my nose and told me I didn’t need a Starbucks, I had it here.
And then he went back to being moody.
“I noticed . . .” she trails off.
“Maybe he doesn’t feel the same way about me.”
She shakes her head. “No. I know that boy, and I see it in his eyes.”
I thought I did, too. “Well, the way he’s been this last couple of weeks is not love. He’s barely able to tolerate being around me.”
“Love can be so many things.” She shakes her head. “It can be beautiful, exciting, full of so much hope, even freeing, but it’s also scary as fuck. You give yourself to a person in a lot of ways. But you need to talk to him.”
Until the ultrasound, I thought we were there. Now, it feels like we’re pulling away more than we’re coming together.
“I’m not the one with my head up my ass.”
“Uh huh.” She laughs.
“What does that mean?”
“It means we have to go forward, babe. Make him listen to you. If you do nothing else, don’t let him slip away from you. All we have is right now and, apparently, two idiot men that we love,” I laugh as I look at Zach and Wyatt. They’re freaking sword fighting with Cayden and Logan. However, they’re fighting each other while the two boys watch.
“I’ve never been more grateful for having a girl.”
She laughs. “Yeah, I get the dumbass who skipped the awful baby part and is now teaching them all the joys of being country boys, which means more laundry and dirt in my house.”
“Would you change it?” I ask.
“Not one single thing.”
I nod. Me either. Even with Wyatt being funky . . . I wouldn’t change anything.
“I’m so tired,” I grumble to Wyatt as we drive home in my car. It’s almost midnight, cold, and wet. We hung out with Presley and Zach, played some cards, and I ate my weight in cake.
Presley always has cake. Really good cake.
“We’ll be home soon. I need to check on the new foal at the ranch,” Wyatt explains.
Cooper called him and asked if we could stop by. I wish he would’ve said no, but he’s Wyatt, which means he helps everyone. The Townsend ranch isn’t far from us, but I’m so exhausted that I just want to get home.
“I can’t believe how freaking cold it is.” I pull my sweater tighter around me.
Wyatt cranks the heat in the car, and I shiver.
“I’ll get you to bed soon.”
“Promises, promises,” I joke. “If you don’t start putting out again, I’m going to find someone else.”
“You wish.” He grins.
Back to warm we go. Men are weird. “Worried much?”
