Page 39 of Bourbon Wishes
Luna falls into bright peals of laughter across the table, clutching her sides.
"Sit back down, son," Carter says, shaking his head. "She's just fucking with you because you make it so easy."
I tug on Bastian's arm, urging him to sit. Luna's questions aren't bothering me, even though they're stressing Bastian out. Honestly, I kind of love how she just says whatever is on her mind. It's hard to be nervous about dinner with his parents when they're the most laidback people on earth.
Bastian grumbles and then drops back down in his seat, but even though he's stressed, he can't help the soft look he shoots Luna when she wipes tears from her eyes. "You're a menace, Ma."
"I've been telling you and your brother that for years," Carter says, spearing a piece of steak with his fork. "And she's got two daughters just like her." His gaze flickers to me. "For Bastian's sanity, please give him boys."
"Um…" I fidget nervously, pretty sure Bastian is going to shut that down lickety-split.
"She'll have whatever she wants to have," he says instead, almost as if it's a foregone conclusion that I'll be having his babies.
I turn wide eyes on him, shock thrumming through me, but he's not even looking at me. Luna is, though. She sees the look on my face and grins at me like she knows something I don't.
Apparently satisfied with the information she's gleaned, she changes the subject to the vineyard. While Bastian fills them in on preparations for launching the new line, I sneak glances over at him, my mind spinning.
Does he want to have kids with me, or was he just trying to appease his parents? The fact that I don't know how to answer that question may actually drive me mad. But we haven't used protection. The one time I even brought it up, he had me on my back so fast I forgot what we were supposed to be talking about.
Was that on purpose? Surely he isn't trying to get me pregnant…right?
It should worry me that I don't know the answer to that question, but when he slips his hand under the table, reaching for mine, my mind settles. Our fingers lace together, and my heart pulses in my chest.
Sooner or later, I have to tell him how I feel about him. So…why haven't I? It's a good question. I just don't have an answer.
"Dinner was interesting tonight,"I murmur hours later, curled up in Bastian's arms as sweat dries on our skin.
He snorts in my ear. "I tried to warn you."
"I had fun."
"Yeah?"
I hear the smile in his voice and nod. "Yeah. I love your parents." I pause. "They did bring up a good point, though."
"If this is you asking for a raise, I probably won't say no while you're naked," he says with a wicked chuckle.
I jab him in the ribcage with my elbow. "That's not what I'm talking about. But yes, please give me a raise. Your mom thinks I deserve it for putting up with you." Luna is a queen who can do no wrong. I said what I said.
He just chuckles again. "What point are you referring to?"
"Kids," I murmur, my voice whisper-quiet.
He tenses beneath me.
"If we aren't careful, we may be dealing with more than our own lives soon," I say softly. "Maybe we should start using protection."
His hand slips down my body, landing against my belly. The way he cups it almost protectively makes my soul quiver with need. "You think I wouldn't want to deal with a baby, Constance?"
"I…"
He tips my head back with his free hand, his eyes meeting mine. His expression is intense, his eyes as deep as the sea. "Getting you pregnant wouldn't be a problem for me, baby."
I gape at him, my lips parted in shock. "W-what?" I finally manage to ask.
"It wouldn't be a problem," he murmurs.
"I…" I blink at him, suspicion running through me. "Bastian Grayson, are youtryingto get me pregnant?"
