Page 111 of Finally Forever
“Sebastian.” He nods at me. “I can see if I can get you in with Ainsley this evening, if you’d like?”
“That would be great. Thank you. I appreciate the help.” And how you make my girl light up.
When he’s out of earshot, I say, “You two seem to have picked up where you left off.”
“I know.” She forks what’s left of her salad and takes a bite. “It’s weird but also wonderful. I feel like I’m living a dream and I’m going to wake up to how things were before.” She drops her fork.
I lean forward and tuck her hair behind her ear. “You won’t. It’s real. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I even got the name of a local neurologist from Xavier for a very overdue checkup.”
Tears gloss her eyes. “Thank you.”
“For taking care of myself? Had I done so in the first place, we might have avoided all this.”
“We also might not be here.”
“True.”
“Everything happens for a reason.” She turns in her chair to face me. “Small prices for what we have now.”
She used to say that when we moved to a new place when we were in hiding.
“What would you like to do now?” I kiss her delicious lips.
She points to the park across the way. “Go for a stroll. Take a few selfies of us. Maybe open a social media account. But then, I only have three friends who would follow, and you’re still not a fan, are you?”
“Not in the slightest.”
The thought of her on social media still fills my gut with lead. I don’t like it, nor do I see the point. It’s a gateway into your personal life. That part of me will never change. What’s mine is mine. I can’t stop her from doing what she wants. I don’t want to be that guy, either. I’ve dictated her life too much as it is, because she gave up everything for me.
“Who are the friends?” I ask, out of curiosity.
“Lowell, Luc, and Kensington.” She shrugs.
“It’s more than you had a month ago.”
“And I’m grateful.” She kisses me this time, and her lips linger long enough to send blood rushing to my groin.
She sighs before pulling away. “I think being pregnant makes me horny. I want to ride you like a horse on that merry-go-round right now.” She glances at the whimsical structure in the park and returns her lust-filled eyes to mine.
My pants tighten uncomfortably under her searing gaze. “We need to either act on that fantasy in your head or we need to shift the topic to dogs and anything non-sexual before I stand. I can’t walk around like this.” I adjust myself to make room in my pants.
“Oh, shit.” She giggles. “Sorry.”
“Keep staring, and I’m going to force you to our hotel room for at least an hour.”
She giggles more and points to an older man walking his dog. “Look. They have the same hair.”
They do. His gray and white hair is long and scraggly. The dog’s is the same.
“They even walk alike.”
Sure enough, they do. A slow gait that has a slight limp or hop on the left foot. I exhale, my pants no longer tight.
“Better?”
“For now.”
I wave the waiter over and pay the bill.
