Page 106 of Finding Fate
“Damn right. That broom closet is starting to appeal to me more now.”
She looks at me, her index finger running along the bottom of my chin. “Yeah? You want to remind me how you got me pregnant . . . twice?”
“Don’t think I won’t do it again.”
She kisses me, becoming more serious. “If our appointment and ultrasound goes well Monday, I think I’m ready to tell Madden he’s going to be a brother.”
I smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I wanted to see it first. Just in case.”
“I caught you eating pickles, ice cream, and lemon salt last night. That’s disgusting. It’s fine.”
She laughs. “It sounds worse on replay, but it tasted so damn good.” I pretend to gag. She glances around until she locates Madden chasing the little girl around. “How fast can you come?”
“If you do that thing I like . . . three minutes.”
She grabs my hand and starts pulling me along until we come to a unisex bathroom. As soon as we get inside, she shuts the door and locks it. “This isn’t a broom closet.”
She’s already pulling her dress bottom up. “Shut up. Keep it off the clothes.” I drop to a squat. Fuck. Red panties. I push her leg up to the door and pull them to the side. “What are you doing? You said three minutes.”
I stare at her wet, swollen pussy. “Yeah. Time me.”
I shove my tongue inside her. “Shit, baby. Fuck three minutes. Make it five.”
Whatever my girl wants . . .
Fifty-Nine
Gabby
Maddox pulls the rental into his parents’ driveway. I smile out the window, enjoying the view. I’ve pretty much been in a good mood for twenty-four hours, but I am ready to settle somewhere. We’ll head back to the airport for Nevada as soon as we drop Madden off with Maddox’s parents.
I look back at him in the backseat. “Are you excited to stay with Gigi and PopPop and Uncle Micah? You remembered to pack their presents you picked out, right?”
He nods dramatically. “Gigi said we’re going to make a bonfire and roast marshmallows! And make gores. And drink hot chocolate. And see lights on houses!”
I return his animated expression. He’s such a lovable kid. “What?! Jealous. I love roasted marshmallows. But what are gores?”
He’s thinking. “Gigi said we roast the marshmallows for the gores.”
“S’mores, buddy,” Maddox says, as if he knew what he was talking about the entire time. I should have. “You put the chocolate and hot marshmallow between the graham crackers and make a yummy, gooey sandwich. Gigi makes good s’mores, because she makes a chocolate sauce to dip them in. She calls them double chocolate s’mores.”
I stare at him in awe as he looks through the rearview mirror while he explains it to Madden. It warms my heart to know he has memories like that with his mom. “Can we go see them?”
I turn and look at him holding his stuffed animal that was on his bed when we brought him home. He’s become attached to the stuffed puppy. Every time Presley sees him with it, she smiles. He doesn’t sleep without it. “Wait a minute. Are you going to miss me?”
He smiles. “Maybe a little.”
My jaw drops. “A little! That’s it. We’re taking you with us. I’m going to miss you too much.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” he says, interrupting me with his hands out like stop signs. “I just kidding. I miss you lots. But Gigi and PopPop and Uncle Micah will be sad if I go with you. Pop needs my help with logs, Mom. I gotta go. He got me work boots.”
Maddox gleams at me with pride, melting my heart. I think he’s officially over the guilt of not being with Madden for Christmas. “Well in that case, I guess you can stay. I wouldn’t want to take PopPop’s helper. Are you going to mind and be sweet?”
“I be good boy.”
“Good. Come sit up here for a second and then we’ll take you inside. We have to tell you something.” He presses on the seatbelt buckle a few times before it finally comes loose, and when he gets the belt off, he climbs on the console to sit between us. I lean forward and grab the envelope out of my purse, handing it to him. “Open it.”