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It took this moment, this life we were creating, for her to finally open up and let me in.
My phone buzzed again from Rich reacting to the video. I checked it while Stormi wiped her face.
Me:Time to head to the jeweler.
Rich:I already know.
Me:Catch up with you tonight.
Rich:Knew my 2nd godson was made in Greece. That nigga better know English when he come out.
I smirked. Yeah, this was it. She was it. No more games. No more doubt. I was about to lock her in. Forever.
CHAPTER 23
Stormi
In true Seth fashion,he had to fuel up the jet just to go to Disney. I rolled my eyes when he first told me, but deep down I didn’t mind. Not one bit. The flight was quick, the ride was smooth, and most importantly, I got to nap. The way this baby had my body set up, the second I touched anything soft—whether it was the bed, the couch, or his chest—I was out cold and snoring like I hadn’t slept in days.
Pregnancy exhaustion wasn’t just real, it was disrespectful.
“Stormi! We goin’ to Disney today!”
S3 busted through the door like he had a lightning bolt in his back. I was still getting dressed, but I couldn’t even be mad. His whole little face was lit up, joy practically leaking out his pores. That excitement It was contagious.
I’d ordered us all matching Disney shirts, shorts, and sneakers. It was a little cheesy, okay, very cheesy, but this was my first time at Disney ever, and my first time going with my own little family. I wanted the pictures. I wanted the memories. I wanted the moment.
I’d gotten my hair done in fresh small knotless boho braids, the kind that hung down my ass like rope. I left them down and slipped my Mickey ears on top to match the shirt.
“You ready?” I asked S3, still smiling at how hyped he was.
He nodded so fast I thought his head might roll off. “I been ready!”
Before I could respond, Seth walked in shirtless, of course with a fruit bowl in one hand and a cold bottle of water in the other. This man had made it his personal mission to keep me fed, hydrated, and spoiled.
If he wasn’t trying to feed me something, he was eating me. Which, nine times out of ten, turned into sex. Like this morning, S3 stayed up ‘til 2 a.m. watching movies in bed with us, and the second he finally crashed, Seth and I had like five minutes to rush into the bathroom and act like horny teenagers.
And now here he was, looking like temptation, holding fruit I didn’t want but would probably try to eat for him anyway.
“You gotta eat,” he said gently, placing the bowl in front of me like I was made of glass.
“I’m not even hungry.”
“You ain’t ate since yesterday.”
“Because the baby doesn’t like anything.”
“Try,” he said, lowering his voice. “For me.”
Seth had a way of asking for things that made them feel less like demands and more like promises. I picked up a piece of watermelon and slowly took a bite. He kissed my cheek and nodded like I just passed a test.
“You look good,” he said, his eyes doing that thing like he was undressing me with his mind.
“I look like a big kid,” I muttered.
“You look like my wife,” he whispered back.
I wasn’t his wife, not yet. But the way he said it made my stomach do something my morning sickness hadn’t alreadyruined. S3 ran out the room yelling about wanting to be first in line for Space Mountain, and Seth leaned in closer, sliding his hand around my waist, eyes fixed on mine.
