Page 105 of Misconception (Unrequited 2)

Moses

“Yo, I think I just saw your girl retreating down the hall.” Murray tipped his beer bottle in the direction of my bedroom. No,ourbedroom. Mine and Michaela’s.

“For real? I missed her. Gotta go find her.” Pushing off the kitchen counter, I left my beer behind and went in search of my wife.

We were a week into this living situation, and I loved knowing I’d be waking up to her every morning. She was the sweetest thing I’d ever had in my bed, and I couldn’t get enough of having her in my arms.

I was scared shitless she’d change her mind and leave. Each day, I got more and more attached, and each day, the fear mounted. Shestillhadn’t come around to announcing our marriage, and I’d stopped asking at this point.

Our bedroom door was closed, so I tapped on it before I walked in. Michaela was on the bed in nothing but a T-shirt and fuzzy socks with two shopping bags in front of her.

“Hey.” I stuck my hands in my pockets, unsure.

Her eyes flicked up. “Hey, Mo. Jenna took me shopping for baby clothes. She went a little crazy.”

Venturing farther into the room, I sat on the edge of the bed, hitching my knee up. “Let me see whatcha got.”

“Don’t you need to get back to your guests?”

My brow pinched. “What? No. It’s just a couple producers we know who wanted to hang out. They’ll be fine for a while.” Yael was out there, more than happy to play hostess.

Michaela paused for a long time, her chest rising and falling in rapid waves. Then, like she’d decided something, she nodded, dug through one of the bags, and pulled out something tiny and pink.

“Jenna said Simone had to have this. It’s a little fluffier than I would have chosen, but you know Jenna and her fluffy skirts.”

I inspected the miniature dress. The top was white with a pink guitar embroidered on it, and the bottom was a pink and white tutu. Adorable as hell.

“Can’t believe we’re gonna be putting this on a kid in a couple months. It keeps hitting me over and over.”

“Yeah, me too. We have nothing except a yellow room and a few frilly pink outfits. Jenna said she and Gabriel used a baby concierge. This woman will do everything for us. What do you think?”

“I don’t want a baby concierge picking out my daughter’s things.”

Her mouth twisted in consternation. “Well, okay. I guess I better start researching then.”

Pushing the bags aside, I grabbed her feet and yanked her close to me. I cupped her smooth cheeks and pressed my forehead to hers. “Guess what I did during my downtime while you were gone?”

“Drink a lot and throw parties?”

“No, you dick.” I brushed my lips over hers. “Okay, yeah, I did do some of that. But I also bought a few baby books and read about five hundred message boards on pregnancy and babies. I’ve got so much knowledge,I’mgoing to be our baby concierge.”

Even as close as I was, I saw her lips untwist into a smile. “I find that incredibly sexy. Say a car seat brand.”

Playing along, I purred, “Chicco.”

Her head fell back on a moan. “Oh, lord. Do another.”

Against her bare throat, I said, “Britax.”

“Shit, that’s hot.” She brought her head back up and hung her arms around my neck. “You’ve got this?”

“Yeah, baby. I’ve got it. I already started a private wishlist on Amazon, but I want to go pick out the crib together.”

She stared at me for two long beats. “But you already know which one you want?”

“That’s right. Doesn’t mean you can’t change my mind.” My hands moved from her hips to her ass, shoving between her and the mattress to get in a good squeeze. “Come on out. There are a few people I want you to meet.”

Her arms dropped from my neck, and she slumped against the pillows. “Mo, I’m tired. I don’t want to socialize anymore. You’ve had people over every day for the last week, and right now, I want to relax with my pants off and my fuzzy socks on.”

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