Page 101 of Unexpected Forever
When I looked over at Nate, he was staring at one little girl near the window, who slept peacefully wrapped up like a blanket burrito.
His lips were slightly curved in a smile, but in his eyes I saw stark, raw fear. A flicker of apprehension coursed through me, but when he looked over at me, the anxiety I saw was gone as if it had never been there.
Had I imagined it?
As the day wore on and he acted like the same Nate as always, I figured I must have been projecting my worries about this whole baby thing onto him.
We’re falling into a domesticated routine and I find I love it, something I swore I never would.
With each passing day, I’m starting to think Megan underestimated her brother. He’s involved every step of the way, showing no signs of running.
Even though he hasn’t told me his plans yet, I’m wondering if maybe he’s sticking around and we’ll be a family.
The third Friday in August, I wake up energized and ready to go. We have the twenty-two week ultrasound, and I can’t wait to see the little nugget.
I stand in the middle of my walk-in closet, trying to figure out what to wear. I have more clothes than I know what to do with now.
Between my growing boobs and belly, a pair of pants that fit last week doesn’t fit this week. When Nate saw the rubber band I used to try and extend the wear time of my pants, he swore under his breath and stomped out of the room.
The next day when I got home from work, I had stacks of boxes full of everything from bras and panties to work blouses and sundresses in various sizes and colors with a note from Sharon to let me know what I liked and didn’t and she’d take care of it.
Nate and I had argued about it, with me telling him I could buy my own damn clothes and him telling me I was stubborn.
The argument ended when I landed flat on my back with Nate’s head between my legs and an orgasm I felt in my toes.
I accepted the clothes.
A muscular arm slides around my waist, and a bottle of apple juice appears in front of my face. I smile and take the juice. “What’s this for?”
Nate nuzzles my hair, his hand sliding under my shirt, cupping my breast. “I read somewhere apple juice can help make the baby more active. Thought it couldn’t hurt to try.”
My heart swells in my chest. “As much as I want you and all, we gotta go see our baby. And you need a shower. Why are you sweaty anyway?”
“Just got back from a run. What, you don’t like my sweat on you?” he teases, trying to rub against me.
“Stop it!” I squeal with a giggle, squirming around to face him and slipping out of his grasp. “Go on, you animal.”
He shrugs. “Okay.”
He toes off his shoes and socks, a gleam in his eye. I try to look busy picking out clothes, but the cocky bastard knows I’m watching him.
My mouth goes dry and my panties become wet when he takes his shirt off, tossing it toward the hamper. With a grin a mile wide and his gaze on mine, he drops his shorts.
He raises his arms over his head and stretches, elongating his body. Those sculpted muscles bunch and release with his movements, the tattoos on his pecs and forearms dancing along his skin.
My eyes are everywhere but keep coming back to where his erection salutes me.
He taps his chin and winks. “You got a little bit of drool right there.”
Mortified, I swipe at my chin, which is dry. He laughs and I narrow my eyes.
Two can play that game.
I lift my shirt over my head, my nipples hardening when the cool air hits them. I glance up to see his grin disappear and his eyes take on a predatory gleam.
With our stares locked on one another, I push my panties and leggings down my legs, then kick them away. I sigh deeply, shrugging my shoulders, knowing it makes my breasts jiggle. “Now, what am I going to wear?”
I start to turn away with a grin, but he catches me at my waist and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, laughing when he growls.
