Page 87 of Finding Fate
I lean forward and place my forehead against his. “I could live in a shoebox with you and still be the happiest girl in the world. My heart is so full.”
He smiles at me, making my heart flutter. “I’ll kill myself working before I ever put you in a box.”
“I love you, even when you’re being ridiculous.”
He laughs. “I love you too. Can we go get our son now?”
Hearing that phrase come out of his mouth makes me weak in the knees. “Yeah, baby, let’s go get our son.”
Fifty
Konnor
Iwalk out of the kitchen after shoving the last bite of my cream cheese bagel in my mouth to Presley standing in front of the Christmas tree in her pajamas, looking at the ‘parents to be’ ornament she bought to hang with the year. Sayler got a couple one where the blonde girl is expecting. I was about to go work on a song with Riggan in the basement for a couple of hours. When I got up, she was sleeping. It’s still pretty early. She’s never been a late sleeper, though, even pregnant and tired.
Swallowing my mouthful, I brush the crumbs off my hands and come up behind her, running my hands underneath her thin tank top and placing them on the small bump that hasn’t been there long. It’s like the little hard knot appeared overnight. One day it was flat and the next it was there. It has a ways to go to match Sayler’s, but it’s noticeable. It’s hard to believe we have a baby in there. “You still think it’s a boy?”
“Yeah. Every time I go into the baby section of a store, I’m pulled toward boy stuff. Boy names keep sticking out in my mind. I don’t know, it’s just a feeling I have. I was craving margarita salt the other day while Sayler wants to eat all the sweets. Me and her have done a bunch of those little gender test things we’ve found online for fun and all of mine have said boy.”
“We find out this month, right? Or did you decide to be surprised?”
“I want to find out. I don’t think I’d make it the whole pregnancy wondering.”
I kiss her neck and inch my hand down lower, my finger slipping under the waistband of her silk, red pajama pants. My dick is already pressing into her backside, but she doesn’t budge or seem the least bit turned on, like her head is way out in left field, which is unusual for Presley. She’s always ready to go, and if I don’t want it at least three times a week she thinks it’s her, which is ridiculous.
I straighten and turn her around. The Christmas lights are reflecting off her shiny, brown hair. She looks . . . off. “What’s wrong?”
“Right before they left for the airport last night Maddox asked if they could stay here with Madden while they find a place. Then said if it’s too much they could get a hotel with no hard feelings.”
I blink, obviously missing whatever is bugging her. “Okay. Do you not want Madden to be here at all? Is it too much pregnant? I know nothing about little kids.”
Her eyes water up. “This is their home. Why would he ask me that if he felt like this was their home? Their son is always welcome here. It’s his home too. I don’t want them to leave.”
Oh.
“Pres, I don’t think it’s anything personal. I’m sure they just need more than a single bedroom for a family of three, soon to be four.”
“There has to be an option for them to stay. The add-on for the baby’s nursery will be done in a couple of months. Could we swing another on short notice? I could call the architect to see if there are options.”
I grab her face and pull her in for a kiss. “Baby, you do know all your little love birds will fly the coop at some point, right? Our families will grow and they will want their own space. Are you afraid to be alone with me?”
She rolls her crying eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, Konnor. I’ve imagined us living together while playing house since I was a little kid, but we’re young. We have plenty of time for it to just be us like when we’re thirty. I love our chaotic, lived-in house with our family. It may not be ideal, but it’s ours. It’s easy. You guys can have your boy time, we can hang out as couples, or we can do our girl thing without the complications of making decisions for where and when and things. We know how to give each other space for relationship growth. And we’re all pregnant. Do you know how rare that is at our age? Our babies will have friends. It’s perfect.”
I crack a smile. “You really do love this, don’t you?”
She wraps her arms around my neck, and I finally relax. “I love our crazy life with our friends.”
I huff out, not upset in the least, despite the way I want it to look. “Fine, I guess we can flip Landon and Maddox. I’ll get a crew in to put up some walls in the basement to make it more like an apartment. A couple of guys were asking for some overtime. It’s already a finished basement with a bathroom, small kitchenette, and wide-open space. It’s temperature controlled and all that. It can’t possibly take that much time to section off two to three rooms.”
Her mouth curves downward. “I would never make you give up your mancave. We can find another way.”
“Babe, a mancave is cool and all, but it’s not a requirement. Now that we all have girls, we just play down there. We can take a section of the big-ass garage. It’s not a big deal. Making you happy is more important to me.”
There’s that smile I’ve always loved.
“Thank you, but are you sure? No pressure.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure. Maybe you can thank me with sixty-nine later. I love how you suck my dick when I shove a finger in your ass.”