Page 84 of The Phyre that Burns
“I think I’m ready to share our pregnancy news with my family. I know I was supposed to tell you on Sunday, but I’m just now coherent again after you fucked me senseless,” I said.
His smile was about as wide as the kitchen as I fed his ego.
“There’s more where that came from whenever you’re ready,” he teased. “When do you want to do it?”
“On my birthday, but I’m trying to figure out a cute way to do it on a video call.”
He frowned and shook his head. “Nah. That won’t work. This is something that should be done in person. How about we spend your birthday with your family in Chicago? Maybe we can do an early Christmas celebration.”
“I love that idea. I’ve been here for four months and haven’t thought much about going home. My birthday and an early Christmas dinner would be perfect.”
“Cool. While you figure out a cute way to tell them, I’ll handle our travel arrangements and everything else. Okay?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Shit, I forgot how cold it is in Chicago in December,” Phyre complained.
We’d landed about thirty minutes ago, gotten our luggage, and had just stepped outside to wait for the car service he’d hired. I tried to tell him that a car service wasn’t necessary, but he didn’t want to drive because he didn’t know the city well, and he didn’t want me to chauffeur him around.
Neither of us was dressed for winter in Chicago, but I at least had on a coat. Phyre was only wearing sweats and a hoodie. I hadn’t checked the weather, but if I had to guess, I’d say it was about thirty degrees.
“You’ve been here before?”
He looked at me like I’d asked a dumb question. “Numerous times but only once or twice in the winter.”
“Why didn’t you look me up?”
“Who says I didn’t?”
“You never mentioned that you did. As a matter of fact, your family has tons of money. You could’ve hired a private investigator to find me if you really wanted.”
“My parents are wealthy. Did you forget I got cut off?”
“Oh, yeah. I did forget.”
“I do pretty well for myself, but I don’t have money like my parents, or even Phoenix and Kevin. They followed the rules, so they got the money.”
“That sucks.”
“It does, but I don’t have any regrets. Phoenix was gracious enough to pay off my school loans, and that helped immensely.”
“Wow! That was so thoughtful of her.”
“I agree. As for hiring a private investigator to find you, I considered it, but my thought was always, if it’s meant to be, it will be. I wanted our reunion to be authentic, so I left it in God’s hands.”
Someone stepped out of a black luxury truck and held up a sign that read Phyre Jordan. We headed to the truck, and while the driver put our luggage into the trunk, Phyre helped me into the back seat before sliding in next to me.
“Are you excited to be home?” he asked.
“I am. I’m excited to hug everyone, especially my godson, Bubba. I miss his little chunky butt so much. I hope he didn’t forget me.”
“I doubt it. I think you’re on FaceTime with him as much as you are with his mother.”
I laughed because it was true. “True, but it’s not the same. I want to kiss his chubby little cheeks and feel his little hands around my neck.”
He put his hand around my neck and gently squeezed before softly kissing my lips. When we separated, he spoke with his lips still close to mine as he continued to hold my neck.
“Do you like it when I put my hand around your neck?”
