Rainbows Ever After (Rainbows 1.50)

“I know. I was just thinking how I want a son. Just so I could say those types of lines to him.” I laughed again … I couldn’t stop laughing. I was going to be a father. Me.

“Yes, half the time he’ll ignore you,” he added, obviously distracted as he searched the board for a victory.

“And the other half?”

He paused and looked up at me with familiar green eyes. “The other half he’ll end up being much wiser than you. And you’ll be so shocked and amazed at the person he’s become you’ll end up letting yourself lose chess games just to spend time with him.”

The corner of my lip creeped up. “So you let yourself lose now, Grandpapa?”

“Yes, and you’re not getting any other explanation from me either, Dad,” he said proudly, sitting back in his chair, not making his final move into my trap.

I took a deep breath and sat back as well. “I always knew that one day I wanted to be a father. I just didn’t realize that one day was finally here.”

“Now everything starts.”

“What?”

“Falling in love. Getting married. That’s all the prequel. Actually starting a family … seeing that family grow … that’s the movie and goes by quicker than you think. That’s when you feel love is bottomless.”

“There are those lines again.” I tried to tease, but in all honestly I wanted to know what it was he was trying to explain.

“I stole them from my father,” he admitted. “I told you he was a writer, didn’t I?”

“Then you have no problem letting me steal them?”

“My father was a writer,” he repeated. “Your father is a lawyer and rightfully had them copyrighted,” he said, jokingly.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. This was one of the reasons I devoted myself to winning arguments … to undo the years of trauma losing to this man. I hoped I was half as great as my father. I hoped Thea and I were even greater parents.

THEA

Something was off.

I stood there for almost two full minutes, watching as he sat on our bed, his thick framed reading glasses on his nose, dressed in only his dark blue pajama bottoms, his bare muscular chest tempting me.

“Levi?”

“Huh?” he asked, his head turning toward me, but his eyes still on the computer screen. When I didn’t say anything, he glanced over, and once he looked, he couldn’t look away.

“Jesus…” he whispered, reaching up to take off his glasses. His gaze traveled my legs until he stopped right at the small silk robe, which didn’t even cover my ass, showing the black lace of my panties. “You’re way too far away.”

“Don’t mind me. Just keep staring at the computer. I’ll go change into something more—”

“Oh, no you don’t.” He tossed his laptop to the end of the bed and rushed over to me. Grabbing my arm before I could go back into the bathroom, he pinned me against the door. “I’ve been waiting to be alone with you all day.”

“Really, and that’s why you were—”

“Why I got excited and nervous and curious, so I was Googling what happens now … now that you’re … we’re pregnant.” He couldn’t even say it with a straight face. He just kept grinning at me.

Looking down, I pulled the robe open so he could see my bra. He started laughing, which made me laugh too.

“This was my plan. I was going to tell you right before I got annoyed and asked you in the shower,” I said to him as he stared at my black, bedazzled bra with the words I’m pregnant written on the cups.

Calming down, he stood straighter, placing his hands on my cheeks. He just kept staring at me.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You’re pregnant.”