Page 47 of The Baby Bargain
He chuckles. "More subtle, maybe."
"I thought we had to spell it out."
"How about this: 'the baby bargain.'"
"Like a discount?" That's… unflattering. And not at all what I want. Sure, I don't need Prince Charming. But I want something special.
"Like an agreement."
I guess that works. I nodokay.
He puts in the new profile. Adds a few details about scheduling. And a minimum height. Of course.
It's ridiculous.
But maybe it's practical. Lots of studies show tall people have more advantages. A tall, handsome, emotionally stable father—
That's a good thing. DNA wise.
Chase hits thesubmitbutton. Turns to me. "There's one more thing."
"Oh?"
"Your photo."
"What about it?" My chest tenses. I'm not as naturally beautiful as Chase, but I try. At least, there are times where I try.
"You're a pretty girl—"
"Thank you—"
"This photo doesn't show that."
"So…"
"It doesn't saydon't you want to get me pregnant."
"What would?"
He motions to my purse. "Give me your phone."
"That's—"
"Just the pictures."
Okay, I guess that's fair. I pull my cell from my purse. Open the photos app. Place it in his palm.
His fingers brush mine as he takes it. He swipes through the pictures, his gaze fixed on the screen.
His lips press together.
His eyes light up.
There.
"Perfect." He brandishes a photo from one of the days Phillip and I went to the beach. I'm sitting on the sand, sheer dress over my black bikini, hair blowing in the breeze, lips curled into a smile.
"Isn't it a little—"
