Page 126 of Who's Playing You
Again, not only was I nervous to meet the third Nic that rounded out their Three Amigos trio, but apparently we were also meeting up with both of their girlfriends.
Nicholas was kind of vague when it came to their girlfriends… he told me not to worry about it. But then he grinned and mumbled something about having the time of his life giving both of his friends shit, and then there was something about a ball and chain and how roles had reversed.
I took it as some inside joke between them.
As if that all weren’t stressful enough, Nicholas had asked me if I was comfortable enough to tell his friends about the baby. I had been hesitant but I couldn’t deny him when he looked at me with his big, excited eyes.
The doctor had assured us at the checkup that the baby was healthy and doing well. Turns out that I had gotten pregnantin September, which made me believe that one of our condoms must have broken. That was the only logical explanation, because the doctor said I was well on my way to finishing the first trimester.
The doctor assured us that the heartbeat was extremely strong, which had Nicholas preening. She said it was perfectly safe for me to travel, and she reassured Nicholas many times that our sex life wasn’t endangering the baby in any way.
In fact, she had to reassure him many times because he just kept throwing scenarios at her. She finally had to cut him off and say that she didn’t mind leaving a little mystery between us, especially when he began telling her about my art brushes...
Meanwhile I was so embarrassed. He’d literally outlined every other position we’d tried this past week before she cut him off. It was probably a good thing because Nicholas had gifted me an entire collection of new brushes and we’d already,ahem, tried a few out.
But all in all, besides being very tired and my boobs getting even bigger, I was feeling really great. My doctor said that not all pregnant women have morning sickness, and I was one of the lucky ones. However, Nicholas had to resort to opening just about every window in the house when he was cooking because the smellsweremaking me want to throw up.
The doctor also complimented me on switching to decaf and already taking prenatal vitamins. Nicholas had only grinned like a Cheshire cat and wouldn’t make eye contact with me when the doctor read that from my chart. The chart that Nicholasinsistedon filling parts out for me.
The bastard had to fess up when we got in the car that he’d known some time before me that I was pregnant. Or he claimed that hesuspected.
I couldn’t really get mad at him though, because his excitement was infectious.
Just like his excitement to see his friends as we boarded the plane, heading to Houston, was infectious.
“Lay down, honey,” Nicholas encouraged me when we were in our hotel room after the game. The game had been a real nail-biter and I’d even caught myself jumping up and down and screaming for Nic and Nik when they were heading to the end zones with the football tucked securely under their arms. Respectively, of course.
All of the excitement from the game, meeting Noelle and Valentina, and then dinner with the girls along with Nic and Nik had completely wiped me out.
Nicholas noticed that my feet looked a little swollen, so he’d ushered me straight up to our room after dinner. As I sat down on the bed, he was already kneeling before me and taking my shoes off for me.
“You’re aware that I am fully capable of doing that, right?”
“Yeah, so?” he simply replied. “It’s my job to take care of you and little baby bean.”
“Well, I guess I can’t argue that.”
“As you shouldn’t, honey,” he replied as he leaned forward and kissed my stomach before kissing my lips and then rising to his full height.
“You certainly had the time of your life tonight, hmm?” I teased him.
“Ohh, you could say that. Watching those two love-sick fools fumble around and be humbled by their girls was almost the highlight of my year.”
I arched a brow at him. “Oh baby, youknowyou’re the highlight of my fucking life. No comparison necessary.”
“Fair enough,” I replied and chuckled. “Well, I for one really liked both Noelle and Valentina. They’re so beautiful and smart. And oh my God! They are both so funny and witty! I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a verbal lashing from either of them. Your boys certainly have their work cut out for them.” I laughed.
“Believe me, those two chicks are exactly what those two assholes need. I just can’t believebothof them have become so pussy-whooped! It’s fucking hilarious. The self-proclaimed playboys….”
“Excuse you?!” I questioned raising my eyebrow at him once more. “You’re one to talk.”
“Oh honey, if you look up pussy-whipped and whooped in the dictionary, there’s a picture of your pussy having her way with me. I’ll say that loud and proud to anyone who cares to listen. But I wasn’t like Papas and Loving, that’s why this is so entertaining to me and also gives me a foot to stand on - to pick on them.”
“What does that mean?”
He leaned back against the headboard of the bed while I sat cross-legged at the end of the bed and faced him.
“Just… I never played the field like them, that’s all,” he said more reserved - shy almost, which was so unlike him.
