Page 126 of Almost Yours

Ginny shook her head and walked over to snatch his phone out of his hands, drawing Gavin’s attention to her. “You’re okay with me going naked?”

“What? No. Why?”

“Unbelievable,” she muttered and tossed the phone onto the bed. She heard Gavin scramble to follow her as she stormed back into the walk-in closet he’d built for her.

“I’m sorry!” Gavin wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. “Was texting the boys about tonight and I was distracted.”

Sinking back against him, Ginny sighed and closed her eyes. “It’s fine.”

“Nia.”

“Okay, it’snotfine. I’m really nervous about tonight.”

Gavin turned her carefully to face him and Ginny nibbled on her bottom lip as he stared into her eyes. “You look fantastic and no, the dress isn’t accentuating the bump. Nobody will be able to tell.”

Looking down at her stomach, Ginny frowned. Sure, she’d always had a stomach that stuck out in dresses—or anything she wore, really—but this little bump was far more pronounced than usual.

“Are you sure?”

“I promise. Besides, your boobs look edible and they’re pretty distracting.”

She shoved him gently, not really intending to push him away, and Gavin laughed, pulling her into his arms. “We can start telling people, you know. I’m sure they’d all be really excited for us.”

Rubbing her hands along his back, Ginny nodded against Gavin’s shoulder. “Maybe. I don’t want to step on Oleander and Jackson’s big night.”

“Another day, then.”

She nodded again and pulled back to press a soft kiss to Gavin’s mouth. “Now, I’m going to finish getting ready and you’re going to wait downstairs for me.”

“Yes ma’am.” With another kiss, Gavin smiled and walked out of the bedroom, leaving her staring at her reflection.

In the last six months, their lives had changed in all the best ways. After the big conversation about marriage and babies, Gavin surprised Ginny by showing her the ranch home he’d bought. He handed her a key, told her to take a look around, while he waited out front. When she walked out, Ginny knew that it was the perfect place to build a life with the man smiling at her from where he leaned against his truck. Two months later—after quite a bit of work to spruce up the place—they moved into the house and spent weeks filling every room with the right kind of furniture and hanging up art and photographs. They invited their friends for a big blowout housewarming party. It was absolutely fantastic.

Gavin was doing really well at the shelter, with the expansion complete and another successful adoption drive. Wildes Events + Weddings was taking up a lot of her time—especially with that Indian wedding that just would not calm the fuck down—but Ginny was loving every minute. They’d decided that the weekends would be when they shut off from work and did their own thing, which apparently also included helping Ginny set up and plan her @GinLife content. Gavin had gotten really good at research and finding ideas for her to replicate, he also made sure that Copper and Cedar got into as many shots as possible.

Honestly, @GinLife had become more of an Instagram page to celebrate her little family than anything else. She still worked with size-inclusive brands and did a lot of promotions for them, but Ginny was slowly easing up on the promoted content to focus on lighthearted things like showing off her handsome boyfriend and their cute animals.

Speaking of animals, Bronte brought them a hedgehog andinsistedthat it would be the perfect addition to their family. Ginny couldn’t find it in her to disagree.

Then a month ago, they discovered that she was pregnant.

When she took her IUD out, the doctor told her that the chances of her getting pregnant right away were pretty high. Especially if she was fertile. Little did she know that her body waswaitingfor the moment when it would be able to grow a tiny human. Given that their sex lives tended to be a little wild and passionate, Ginny wasn’t even a little surprised to find out she was pregnant.

One thing she was grateful for was the lack of morning sickness, but Gavin was definitely not appreciating her weird cravings. Especially since they happened at all the weirdest of times and wasalwaysa weird combination of food. Just the other day she insisted on crushed potato chips between a peanut butter and avocado sandwich. Gavin gagged only once as he made it, but sat farfaraway while she ate. Ginny knew that it was a weird as fuck combination, but their baby loved it and wanted more.

And Gavin was being absolutely fucking great about it too.

“We need to leave in five, Nia,” Gavin called out from downstairs as she combed out her hair. “I’m putting food out for the girls, so do not be tricked by Copper’s cries.”

Laughing, Ginny swiped makeup on, spreading gloss over her mouth before she grabbed her pumps. As she slipped them on, her eyes darted to Gavin’s sock drawer where a pink velvet box rested. Ginny had been putting things back after a crazy load of laundry and came across the box a few days ago. Even though she knew what it was, and that it was meant to be a surprise, she flipped it open and squealed at the sight of the engagement ring. They were getting married; it wasn’t news to her. And Gavin was already planning on where they could elope to and what they needed to make it happen. But he hadn’t actually proposed yet.

While she was absolutely in love with the ring, Ginny woke up every morning telling herself that she needed to be totally surprised when he did ask the question. Not that she was in a hurry, but Ginny hoped it would happen soon.

After one last look at herself in the full length mirror, Ginny grabbed her purse and turned off the lights as she headed downstairs to where her future husband waited. Dressed in a printed floral shirt and khakis, Gavin was still the handsomest man she’d ever laid eyes on. He was sitting on the couch, fiddling with his phone.

“You ready?”

He looked up at her and smiled, green eyes doing another sweep of her body. Ginny loved it when Gavin stared at her, when he let his gaze linger on parts of her body that she’d spent so many years struggling to love.

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