“She does. But I can never resist the request of a handsome, worried daddy-to-be.” She smiled and stood, then she motioned for Lucky to take her dollhouse-sized ch
air.
I just waited for the legs to give out under his bulk, but nope, things around here were built to last.
Looking at the faint creases of concern fanning out around his green eyes, that seemed to be true about him too.
“Have a nice night, you two.” Laverne gave a little wave as she strolled away.
“Wait, your cocoa.” I called.
“It was never for me.” She sent a smile over her shoulder before she disappeared into the back.
Rather than apologizing for my unintentional screw-up—my life in a nutshell—I made the ultimate sacrifice and gave him half my sandwich. “Saved that for you.”
His laughter teased out a smile of my own before I dug in and didn’t speak for like, three-and-a-half minutes. He sipped his cocoa silently and just watched me until I sighed. “I’m sorry I freaked you out. You probably thought I did a runaway preggo.”
“I didn’t want to think that.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you, Thor. I might walk away, but if you’ve been paying attention, I always come back.” I swallowed hard and chanced looking into his eyes again. “I can’t seem to stay away.”
He nudged my heaping mug of cocoa toward me. “Drink it before it gets cold.”
I wrapped my hands around the warm cup and took a deep breath. “Yeah. Then I’ll—we’ll—take those tests.” I tipped my head toward my cart. “I got a couple. For accuracy.”
“Yeah.” His exhale made the tower of whipped cream on his cocoa shiver. But it was melting now, and when he drank, a little coated his upper lip.
I couldn’t resist swiping my finger along the whipped cream and popping it into my mouth. The green of his irises seemed to deepen as he tracked the movement.
“After, we can check out that room Luna got us. The special one.” I narrowed my eyes. “Wonder if it has a mirror on the ceiling?”
He chuckled hard enough to spew a tiny bubble of whipped cream at me. Shamelessly, I swiped it off my cheek before sucking that off my finger too.
“If so, don’t get too used to those actions, pal. Soon, all mirrors will be covered with brown wrapping paper.”
“You wish, Ruby. If you’re—if it’s real…” He sucked in air. “I want to see every bit of you every minute of every day.”
I didn’t know why I was suddenly so congested. Must be the canned air in this place. “Going to be hard for you to work if you’re ogling my growing tits every second.”
“Luckily, one of my main projects at the moment happens to be conveniently located near your bedroom.” His eyes were strangely bright.
Damn seasonal allergies, affecting both of us. Odd we hadn’t seemed to have any before this very moment.
“Drink your cocoa before it gets cold,” I said, echoing him from earlier.
We finished our drinks and paid for my purchases and then we went up to our suite. My hands were shaking for some reason, so I kept rubbing them on my hips so he wouldn’t see and freak out that I was freaking out.
Not that I was. I was super calm.
Right.
“We, ah, don’t have any pajamas.”
“We’ll get by somehow.”
He sat on the edge of the lake-sized bed, and the twinkling colorful lights on the Christmas tree in the corner of the room flickered over his face.
Gathering my courage, I moved closer and leaned over him, resting my hands on his massive thighs in his fancy tux. “If I had to pick a baby daddy, I’d probably pick you.”