Page 75 of Truck Up

“You’re welcome.” His voice is raspy, almost like it hurts for him to get the words out. He clears his throat and nods his head toward the back of the restroom. “Go on.”

I narrow my eyes and study his expression. “You alright?”

He nods. “Just feeling lucky to have you.”

I press my hand to his cheek and smile. “You’ll always have me.”

I turn to leave, and he gives me a light smack on my ass. He lets out a low growl. “Are you not wearing any panties?”

“There’s my Christian.” I chuckle.

“Well?” he demands.

“You’ll have to figure that one out on your own.” I wink and continue to the bathroom.

I don’t look around to see if he’s watching me. I don’t need to because I can feel his intense gaze on me. I place one foot in front of the other, adding an extra sway to my hips just to tease him.

He loves it when I tease him. And I love what it makes him do to me.

After stepping inside the bathroom, I lean against the door and sigh. I really like this version of Christian. Attentive. Generous. Almost sweet.

I love his possessive, growly side too, but this is a delightful treat. I could get used to being spoiled with dates like this. It makes me sad that we’ve missed out on this for so long.

Hopefully, we’ll get to do more of this now that our relationship is out in the open.

I quickly relieve myself and wash up. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror, run my fingers through my hair, and adjust my dress. It wouldn’t take much to completely expose my breasts with this deep plunge. Or my ass. This dress is also much shorter than anything I’ve ever worn before. It doesn’t even make it halfway down to my hips.

I run my hands over my stomach. It’s still flat, but it won’t be long before there will be a little bump. This baby may not have been planned and may have turned two lives completely upside down, but it was created out of love.

This baby will be loved. And I find myself more and more excited about meeting this little one with each passing day.

After taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I head for the door. When I open it, I gasp at the surprise of seeing Christian leaning against the wall.

I press my hand to my chest and smile. “You scared me. I didn’t expect to see you standing there.”

“Already paid and got our dessert.” He holds up the to-go bag. “Turn around.”

He sets the bag down and holds up my shawl. I do as he asks so he can wrap it over my shoulders. The way he rests his hands on my upper arms and presses and a kiss to the side of my head is so gentle and loving. I swoon like a school girl.

“Thank you,” I whisper as I look back at him and smile. He gives me the smallest smile in return before he points toward the exit, letting me go first.

When we step outside, I turn toward our hotel, but he slips his hand into mine and tugs me in the opposite direction.

I frown. “But our hotel is this way.”

“I know.” He tugs my hand a little harder. “But you said you wanted to go on a walk. There’s a path down by the river. We can loop around this way and take that back to the hotel.”

“Okay, that sounds nice.”And romantic. I squeeze his hand and wrap my shawl tighter around me. It’s a beautiful evening, but the breeze brings a cooler temperature.

We mostly walk in silence, occasionally stopping to look out over the river. In those moments, he wraps his arms around me and holds me close. He holds me like I’m the sole reason he lives. He even rests his hand on my stomach several times as if he’s protecting our baby.

Christian may not be a perfect man, but I love him just the way he is. We have a mountain of obstacles to overcome before we can make this relationship work, but it’s work I’m willing to do.

His actions tell me he’s willing to do it too. If he keeps this up, we just might have a chance at a happy life together.

We walk,hand-in-hand, the silence between us buzzing with unspoken feelings. It’s romantic and everything I’ve always wanted from him.

I’m swooning.