Page 48 of Never Stop
“Exactly. Let’s get out of here. I’ll tell Easton everything when I get home.”
I wanted to call Easton on the way home and tell him the good news—andthe news about my mother. Since I wasn’t far from home, I decided to wait so I could see his face as I told him we could start trying for a baby—afterwe got married. Even though I’d just got the all clear, I didn’t want to be five or six months pregnant at my wedding. I didn’t want to be pregnant at all. I wanted to go on my honeymoon and have another vacation where I didn’t have to worry about anything or anyone except Easton and me. The cruise was my first and only vacation, and I wanted at least one more before I had a baby to care for.
When I pulled into the driveway and parked inside the garage, a smile was plastered across my face. I didn’t have the C word. I wanted to shout from the rooftops that I was rare and a fighter. I was thrown a curveball that had taken its toll on me physically, and I wasn’t going to let that be who I was anymore. For at least eight months, I’d let the tumor consume me. Before I knew what was causing my pain, it was all I could think about. Then, when we’d learned what it was, and after surgery, my body was fighting as the radiation tried to kill the tumor cells.Iwas fighting. Now I was smiling and the happiest I’d been since the night Easton proposed.
Easton eyed me from the couch as I walked in. He raised an eyebrow and smiled back. “Good time with Nic?”
“You have no idea.” I sat next to him.
“Do I want to know?” He smirked.
“What?” I questioned. “You think we were up to no good?”
He laughed. “Knowing you two, yeah.”
I turned to face him, bending my leg as I turned. “We went to coffee, not to rob a bank.”
“Then the caffeine is working,” he joked.
“I guess, but it wouldn’t make me this happy.”
“Then why are you so happy?”
“Megan called me.” I smiled again.
Easton’s eyes became huge. “And?”
“And I don’t have—”
I couldn’t get the sentence out before he tackled me against the couch, making me squeal with laughter.
“I fucking knew it!” he admitted.
“You did no—”
“Shut up and kiss me.” His mouth found mine in an eager kiss, his hips against mine, while his hand pulled my shirt up and slid inside, touching my hot skin.
“We aren’t going to start now,” I mumbled against his mouth, referring to making a baby.
“No, but we can practice.”
I laughed, and we heard the front door close.
“Fuck,” Easton whispered as he stood. “Always a cock blocker.”
I looked over to see Cheyenne walk in with Courtney. “Were you two kissing again?” she asked, obviously disgusted.
“We kiss, Peanut. That’s what adults do.”
I stifled my laugh, thinking about what he really wanted to do, and then it faded as I thought about what she could have walked in on.
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “What time are we leaving for grandma and grandpa’s?”
“In about thirty minutes,” Easton confirmed.
“Why so early?” Cheyenne whined.
Easton stood and started to walk down the hall toward our bedroom. “Because they want to spend time with you.”
