Page 53 of Unexpected Forever
It’s beautiful and a feature of Charley’s I hope our child inherits.
The possibilities are endless, and my chest expands, a mix of feelings running through me as the magnitude of what’s happening continues to sink in.
I’m not sure how we’re going to handle the future, but one thing I do know is I’m going to be as involved as I can be in my kid’s life.
It won’t be easy, but I’ll have to make it work because I won’t be like my parents.
I glance back over at her again, and she meets my eyes, giving me a soft smile before looking away.
In spite of it all, that smile sends a shot of pure desire straight to my crotch.
I want to pull over and relive our night together in the backseat.
I’d give up all my Gold Glove awards to feel her under me and hear my name fall from those lips one more time.
Get your shit together, Gentry.
Wanting her is how we found ourselves in this situation, but my dick hasn’t gotten the memo yet.
I shift in my seat and discreetly adjust my jeans.
“Take a left at this next road,” she says, breaking the silence.
The houses on this road are farther apart, with wider expanses of land between them.
“It’s the red mailbox on the right.”
I turn onto a long driveway. “It’s pretty out here.”
She smiles. “Yeah, it is.”
As we get closer, she groans. “Shit. What the hell are my sisters and your sister doing here?”
Within moments, we pull up, and I park behind a couple of vehicles sitting in the driveway.
I shut off the engine and peer out the front windshield at the large two-story farmhouse-style home with a front door matching the red mailbox.
“Is this the house you grew up in?”
“Yep.”
“It’s beautiful.”
There’s an empty feeling in my gut looking at her childhood home. What would that have been like?
“My dad built it. It’s way too much house for Mom, but she says she can’t bear to leave it.”
There’s a wistful tone in her voice and her hands twist in her lap.
I reach over the console and take a hand in mine. It’s warm and soft, and the light floral scent of her skin fills the cabin. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Firefly?”
She looks out the side window. “I’m thinking about what my mom’s going to say. What my dad would think if he were here. I’m missing him right now.”
I want to wrap her in my arms, to comfort her. My chest tightens, thinking of how she misses her dad. Another feeling I know nothing about.
I haven’t missed mine a single day since he died. He didn’t deserve to be missed.
With a heavy sigh, she turns to me. Her blue eyes are bright and anxious. “The press is going to have a field day with this. And I don’t know what to do with that.”
