“Make sure to document it in his baby book: conceived in broad daylight on a Tahitian chaise.”
“I am not putting that in there. And who said it was a boy?” She pouted.
“You want a girl?” The thought terrified me. I knew baseball and locker rooms. I could assemble a mean Lego set or teach my son to throw a fierce punch. But a girl? No way.
She wrapped a leg over mine, drawing us closer together. “I want our baby.” She smiled.
I crashed my lips against hers. I tasted every corner of her mouth. Savored her tongue. Moaned when she purred. We weren’t going to sleep any time soon.
As of tonight, we had everything.
17
Evie
Jeremy was asleep. He was usually the first one up, but I was nervous when I woke up. If I stayed in bed, I’d only toss and turn and wake him. I carefully placed my feet on the floor and walked to the bathroom. The tests were scattered everywhere. I picked each one up and checked them. Still pregnant. I grabbed my phone off the charger and took a picture of them lined up together. This I would put in the baby book.
I brushed my teeth and tied my hair in a bun. I crept downstairs to make a pot of coffee when I remembered. No caffeine. Shit.
I didn’t think I could go cold turkey. Frannie had coffee every once in a while when she was pregnant. I started to make the pot for Jeremy. While it was brewing I sat at the kitchen table and googled caffeine and pregnancy. I felt better when I read the consensus from obstetricians was that small amounts would be ok. I’d try half a cup and leave it at that.
I looked up when Jeremy shuffled into the kitchen.
“Good morning.” He grinned. I loved that sexy morning look on him. I think my heart melted more, knowing he was going to be a daddy. His hotness factor had tripled overnight.
“Good morning.”
He pulled me toward him. “How are you and the baby doing?”
“Tired.” I looked in his eyes. “But good. We’re good.”
He kissed my neck. “Should I tell the pilot to push back our take-off time? We don’t have to leave so soon if you want to hang out here a little longer.”
“It was a good weekend, but I’m ready to go home.”
He looked surprised. “You’re calling the warehouse home now?”
“It is home, isn’t it?”
He walked over to the coffee pot and poured a mug. I noticed he had left two of everything in the kitchen. The rest was packed in boxes. He had accomplished a lot in two days.
“Don’t freak out, but I’m going to have a small cup of coffee. I read th
at it’s ok.”
Jeremy shrugged. “I’m not an expert in the pregnancy department.”
As soon as I poured the cup I cringed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
My stomach rolled. I held my hand over my mouth. “I think it’s making me gag.”
“Hold on.” He rushed over to my side and threw the cup into the sink. “How about some tea instead?”
I nodded, staggering to the kitchen table. I couldn’t believe how quickly I hated coffee. I loved coffee. I felt tears sting my eyes. Jeremy was heating water and slamming cabinets looking for tea. He looked at me.
“What’s wrong?”