The Trouble With Him: A Secret Pregnancy Romance (The Forbidden Love 3)

“I admit it, Austin. I thought I wasn’t good enough, but instead of listening to my heart, I hurt you.”

“You did, but it made me fight harder for you.”

I kiss him once again, basking in the happiness of finally allowing myself to fall in love.

“How did you do all this? And the ring, my God, Austin, it’s so beautiful.”

“See, when you have family around who know how to pull strings, it makes life a little bit easier.”

“Family?”

I turn around, forgetting Will was standing at the bar all along and only noticing now that he is with Alistair and a pint.

“Lex and Will organized this place, and Eric helped me with this stunning piece of jewelry on your hand.” Austin glances at Will, giving him a slight nod in which Will raises a glass.

“See, my strength is saving lives. So I’ll stick to what I know best and let the billionaires and fashionistas do the rest.”

I throw my arms around him, though careful not to squash Emmy. “You’re perfect as you are, Dr. Carter.”

“Right back at you.” Austin grins, then plants another kiss on my lips. “My crazy, stubborn, yet beautiful fiancée.”

Twenty-Six

Ava

“Do you remember when we rode our bikes up that hill?” I point to the steep hill on my left. “And we accidentally saw a couple having sex against the man’s Porsche?”

Austin’s face breaks out into a wide grin with one hand on the steering wheel, his other is resting on my knee. Wearing a white polo, his arms look so defined. I squeeze my legs shut because I am this close to ditching this house viewing and mauling him in the car instead.

“I remember because the man was pushing sixty, and the chick had the tits of a nineteen-year-old.”

“Trust you to notice,” I tease, to roll my eyes. “Such a guy.”

“Aw, you jealous, baby?”

“Nope, I’ve got the ring.” I wave my hand in the air proudly. “Oh! And the baby.”

Austin laughs, shaking his head. “Forget again?”

I punch his shoulder gently at the same time he pulls into the circular driveway. The realtor's car is already here—a fancy Mercedes, of course, because it’s all about the status in Beverly Hills.

“So this is house number five?” Austin scratches his chin. “Lucky number five.”

“Look, none of the houses we’ve looked at have been right.”

“No.” He’s quick to intervene. “None of the houses we’ve looked at have been right for you.”

“Is it wrong of me to want the perfect house for our family? And close to the hospital, so you don’t have to commute, especially when you’re on call?”

“Don’t give me that face,” Austin warns me playfully. “With that smile and a lick of your lips, like I haven’t noticed you squeeze your legs how many times on the drive over here?”

I remove my seat belt, releasing a frustrated groan.

“It’s been two whole weeks of the quietest sex we’ve ever had while under my parents’ roof,” I remind him. “I’m going insane.”

“First of all, it’s been one week. And before we left for LA, I fucked you into oblivion because we both knew it would be strained for a few weeks until we get settled into our own home.”

“Strained would be an understatement,” I mutter beneath my breath.