Page 111 of Rebel Heart
“Yeah, yeah. One or two bites isn’t a big deal.” I sighed and leaned back against the pillow. “I don’t want to worry them, but I think I should at least call my parents to let them know what happened.”
“Uh, about that?—”
“Knock, knock. Can we come in?”
My eyes widened in shock at the sound of my mother’s voice followed by her entering the room ahead of my father. But it wasn’t just them. Wyatt, Cooper, Tate, Ava, Ivy, Marco, Liam, and Layla all strode into the room.
“What in the world?”
“Beau called us,” my dad said proudly. “Well, technically, he called Liam, who made sure the rest of us were called.”
This whole time, I’d assumed Beau was waiting forme all alone. He’d called my family. Despite how unwelcoming they’d been with him, he still called them to let them know I was here.
My eyes met his. “You did that?”
“They’re your family,” he replied, like it was just that simple.
“No, that’s not right, Beau,” Ivy said, a smile playing at her lips.
Beau’s lips twitched. “Right. My apologies. They’re our family.”
My gaze darted between them and the man I loved. “What? What happened?”
He rested his hand on my thigh and squeezed. “We had time to talk while we were waiting for news about you.”
“And?”
Wyatt answered, “And after the doctor led Beau out of the waiting room, so he could come to see you, Mom wanted to know when Beau’s birthday was.”
My bottom lip quivered, my chin trembling. If she’d asked that question, it meant she fully intended to throw a big celebration for him.
I couldn’t stop what happened next. The roller coaster was forcing me to experience far too many ups and downs, and it became too much to handle. So I burst into tears and wept with joy.
Although it took me a little while to pull myself together, when I did, my family—mywholefamily—spent the entire morning and afternoon visiting with me. Welaughed and cried and told embarrassing stories. I had never been happier.
And best of all, my mom was thrilled to learn we only had a few months left until Beau’s January 6thbirthday.
BEAU - SIX WEEKS LATER
It was a good thing I’d thought to lean against the doorjamb, or I might have fallen to my knees.
I hadn’t believed it was possible to find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with Jules, but it was happening.
And as I stood at the entrance to the bathroom, watching her, my chest expanded at what I saw. From the very first day since I met her, I’d been captivated by just how beautiful she was. I told her all the time. Never in my life did I think I’d find a pregnant woman attractive, but looking at Jules, I found my pants growing tighter across the groin.
She was standing in front of the mirror, wearing nothing more than a pair of panties and a bra, while she turned her body from side to side. Her eyes focused on her growing belly. My eyes lingered there as well. Then my gaze drifted down over her shapely legs and round ass before sliding up toward her fuller breasts. But when Isaw the look of disappointment and defeat on her face, my admiration came to a halt.
“What does that mean?”
Startled, Jules spun around with a gasp. “Oh, you scared me. I didn’t realize you were there.”
I smiled and shot her an expectant look.
“What does what mean?” she countered, recalling my question.
“The look on your face. You seem… upset?”
She let out a sigh and turned to face the mirror again, her hands landing on her stomach. “It’s nothing. It’s just that I still have eleven weeks to go.”
