Page 80 of Where We Promise
“Wait!” he yelled, and my thumb hovered over the end button when his next question stopped me. “Is it true that you married Jameson?”
He had the audacity to sound hurt. For some reason I didn’t want to tell him. I felt like I was in a bubble and I didn’t want it to pop, regardless of how frustrated I was with Jameson, I still felt like I owed him the loyalty not to tell his enemy that he’d gotten married.
“Don’t believe everything you hear, Luke. I heard you lost your dick to syphilis…was that true?”
“Very fucking funny, Penelope,” he growled.
I rolled my eyes and ended the call.
I wiped my eyes and started the car, then headed toward the Stone Riders’ property. With a quick glance in the rearview mirror, I saw Harris trailing me and wondered if he’d seen me yelling in my car. A flush of embarrassment brushed against my face, but I pushed on. Oh well, nothing I could do about it now.
The cabin came into view as I slowed my speed and put the car in park. Jameson was already there, walking out of the house the moment my car stopped. He opened my door for me and helped me out.
“Hey.” His brown eyes searched my face, as if he knew I’d just had a screaming match with my ex.
I slammed the door shut as Harris drove past us, giving Jamie a salute.
“Can I make you some lunch?” Jamie asked, and for some reason, his offer broke me. I began to cry, pulling my hands up to my face to cover the tears because I was just so fucking exhausted from fighting all my emotions.
He curled an arm around me and pulled me into the house.
I didn’t remember how he did it, but he got me out of my jacket and shoes, and on the bed, propped up with pillows. Then he was walking in with a wooden tray; a sandwich, fresh fruit and a pudding cup was arranged in a neat way, along with a slim glass cup with wildflowers.
More tears streamed. “Jamie.” My voice cracked as he set the tray down, over my stomach.
Before I could open my mouth again, he bent over and pressed his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. He lingered there, moving his lips over mine until I was composed enough to face him. Then he sat down next to me, while I ate.
“I didn’t know you had an appointment today; I would have gone with you.”
I sipped from the can of sparkling water he’d brought and relaxed into the pillows.
“I know, but you were gone this morning and I’d forgotten about it until the last minute.”
“Text me next time, even if I’m gone. I’ll cancel what I’m doing.”
Dipping my chin, I bit into a strawberry because I couldn’t cry again. I really just couldn’t.
“What happened in the appointment today, is everything okay?” He stroked my arm soothingly.
“It was just a birthing class, Lamaze.”
His eyes snapped up to mine. “Oh…shit, guess we haven’t really talked about that yet.”
“About me giving birth. Why would we?”
I had never once assumed Jameson would want to be a part of my birth, just like he hadn’t been a part of my appointments.
He shifted on the bed, lifting his knee so he was facing me more fully. “Because you’re my wife, and I want to be there for you.”
I bit into my sandwich, and while I was chewing, Jameson took advantage and kept talking.
“Not just you…” His eyes dropped to my stomach. “For him too.”
I stopped chewing and swallowed everything until I could clearly ask, “what?”
I thought back to the wedding when his mother had grabbed his hand and forced him to feel my stomach. Even since then, he hadn’t touched my stomach of his own volition.
“I know in the beginning I was a jerk, not showing up when you needed me. But I tried, even when everything was so up in the air, I was trying, Pen. Now that things are a little more settled, and we have this between us.” He lifted his gold wedding band. “I want to correct my fuck-up and ask.”