Rainbows Ever After (Rainbows 1.50)

I rose from my chair, trying to save myself. “I took the case before I realized you were—”

“A human incubator,” she repeated. “That doesn’t explain why I’m now first chair. But it does say my fiancé is an asshole.”

“Hey!”

“What else do you call a man who makes his pregnant fiancée defend a woman who killed her infant?”

“Accidentally!”

“Don’t-fucking-carally!”

“Thea, when I took the case, you felt so bad for her!” I reminded her.

“I didn’t know I was pregnant then; it’s different now! She makes me so angry! Every time I see her mug shot, I want rip it up into little tiny bits, throw into the trash and kick it out of the window,” she said quickly, her hands ripping up imaginary paper, that it took me a second to catch up.

“Come here,” I said, leaning on the edge of my desk.

“No. You’re going to try to calm me down—”

“Which would be good for both you and our baby.” I looked at her stomach. She sighed deeply, walking over to me, and when she was close enough, I put one hand on her side and one hand on the curve of her stomach.

“We find out the sex tomorrow right?” I asked rubbing softly.

“Yes.” She sighed relaxing, though she didn’t want to.

I grinned, and kissed her stomach, before looking back up at her. “We’re never going to make a mistake as bad Rita Gibbs, but we aren?

?t going to be perfect either. Believe me, I Googled how to be a perfect parent but apparently the parenting world is very divisive.”

“I know…and mean.” She made a face, pouting. “Moms are scary. I just strolled into this clothing store because I saw this cute little take-me-home outfit, and the lady in there went on and on about how mothers who use certain fabrics are monsters … fabrics, Levi.”

“What fabrics?” Were we supposed to only use—

“Levi.” She laughed, shaking her head at me. Taking a deep breath. “I can see she feels bad, and I know you put me on this case because it was a sure victory, having the pregnant woman defend the baby killer…”

“Accidentally killed … and I put you on the case with Raymond because you are a good lawyer,” I reminded her but she just went on.

“I feel like I’m going to break down and cry in court. I just got out of law school. The first impression I’m going to make in court is of a sobbing, hormonal—”

“Human incubator,” I finished the last part for her. “And so what? I didn’t just hire you because I’m screwing you—Ouch! Kidding!”

She glared at me. “Kidding about the joke, or about not just hiring me because you were screwing me?”

“First, why past tense? Second, don’t try to cross examine me, Mrs. Black; I’m one hell of a lawyer. Third, what do you want for lunch?”

“First, past because I’m slightly annoyed with you and plan on withholding sex. Second, I’m not your wife yet. Third, you keep saying you’re one heck of a lawyer, and yet, I just see you in here, kicking your feet up. Fourth, I’m going to eat lunch with my client.” She broke out of my arms.

“Future mean-mom-in-training.”

“Miss tonight’s baby class and you’ll see present mean,” she said, pointing her finger at me before pulling open the door.

“Love you,” I told her.

She smiled. “Love you, too.”

“Now, go win my case.”

Her smile dropped as she stomped out. Smirking, I picked up the baseball from my desk, and walked over to see the view outside my corner office. Boston—each day it got more and more beautiful. Tossing the ball up and down, I wasn’t interested in the skyscrapers but the trees of in the distance. I wanted to move, from our townhouse to something…more. The brownstones were nice but the yards were small, I wanted a yard. Which meant we’d have to go further out of the city, and a wealthy gated neighborhood would be rejected Thea moment she saw it.