Page 85 of Trigger's Forever

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” I say, my voice laced with relaxation and contentment.

“How do you feel about Mexican in the bath?”

“Are you asking a pregnant woman how she feels about eating yummy food while submerged in a blissful bath? I’d say the only thing better would be if I was able to have a beer with it.”

Trigger fixes a glare on me and I roll my eyes.

“Relax, biker boy, I would never drink while pregnant.”

He drags a stool into the bathroom and settles it next to the tub, opening my container on the surface. After situating my food, he sits next to the chair with his back against the wall of the tub.

The only sound in the room aside from our eating is the trickle of the water everytime I lift my arms to eat.

Trigger breaks the silence a few minutes later, setting his food to the side. He turns his body to face me. “Have you thought about what you want to name the boys?”

“I’ve had a few thoughts. What about you?”

He nods. “I was thinking of them while working on the car tonight.”

“And?”

“I think I want them to be simple. Short.”

“I want them to start with C,” I say, swallowing my last bite of enchilada.

“Why C?”

I shrug. “I don’t know, I just like it.”

Trigger smiles. “Okay, C it is. Do you have any ideas?”

“I like Cole,” I admit.

“What about Cole and Cade?”

I think about it for a second and then smile. “I love it,” I reply.

“Me too,” he murmurs, watching the bubbles float around my body. “Are you almost ready to get out?”

I nod, leaning forward and pulling the stopper to let the water out. “Can you hand me a towel please?”

Getting to his feet quickly, he moves the stool holding the empty food containers and grabs me a towel. I push up to standing and shiver as the cold air hits my nipples.

Trigger turns back to me and double takes my naked body on full display. I roll my eyes playfully. “It’s a naked body, Trig, not a missile.”

“Your stomach…” he breathes.

“Is huge,” I finish for him.

“...is beautiful.”

I go to step over the ledge and must get my foot caught in the rug the wrong way because the next thing I know, I’m falling. Trigger lets out a grunt as he catches the brunt of my weight, not letting me hit the floor. “Holy fuck! Are you alright?”

I try to regain my footing and shake off the sudden rush of adrenaline. “I-I’m okay.”

“Shit, babe, that could’ve been bad.”

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