“At least you made it into the right family,” I mutter. “Apparently, all Lucas family pets are a tad batty.”
When I make it to the living room, I find Blue behind the island. Mom has her chair pulled to the bar. Blue is serving her pancakes and bacon. While I can’t see the bacon, I sure can smell it, and my stomach rumbles. There’s not an ounce of morning sickness in sight.
“Morning.”
My voice sounds nervous as I approach Blue and Mom. Blue looks up at me and smiles. His eyes are sparkling. It’s clear to see the happiness on his face. It’s enough to make my knees weak.
“Morning, Meddie, dear. Are you hungry?”
“Starved,” I admit, as I hug Mom and slide onto a bar stool beside her.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Blue says, his voice sweet and quiet and filled with emotion that seems to wrap around me. He leans over the bar looking for my kiss. I should back away. I mean, my mom’s here and watching everything. Still, I made a decision last night. It’s time to put up or shut up. So, I meet him halfway. I feel his grin stretch even more against my lips. Then he’s nibbling and running his tongue along my mouth before deepening the kiss. It’s a sweet kiss, but it’s just a small sample of what we both want.
Heat fills my face as we pull apart. Blue slides his hand against my neck, his thumb brushing softly along my cheek. I could stay like this forever, staring at the beauty of the man who I’ve always loved in one form or another.
“I better get my girl some food,” he finally says, pulling away regretfully. I watch him turn and walk to the fridge. His ass is framed perfectly in those worn jeans he’s wearing. The faded denim is a soft blue that shows he’s worn them forever. They’ve adapted to the perfection of his body’s shape. He’s wearing just a plain white T-shirt—the kind a million men wear as undershirts. I doubt Blue knows what an undershirt is. To him, this is just a shirt he lounges around in and the way it stretches across his shoulders should carry an adult only warning. Blue’s hair is rumpled. His five o’clock shadow has me wondering if it would feel differently this morning if he used his mouth on me. The thought makes the insides of my thighs go wet.
He definitely needs an adult only warning. Heck, maybe a warning that says, “May Cause Panties to Spontaneously Combust.”
“What’s that look on your face, Doe?” he asks, putting a glass of orange juice in front of me.
“What’s this?” I ask instead of answering. When he looks at me, I know he’s already aware of what’s going on with me.
“I believe they call it orange juice, baby. It’s good for you and the little peanut.”
“I want coffee,” I insist stubbornly.
“Coffee is bad for the baby.”
“They make decaf, Moonie. Coffee helps me function.”
“They may make it, but I don’t have any. I’ll remedy that today, but for now, my beautiful Doe, you’re going to have to live with orange juice.”
I sniff my displeasure at him but ruin the effect by grinning. He just laughs, giving me a brief kiss. Next, he hands me a plate filled with bacon, eggs, and pancakes. My eyes go wide as he grabs the syrup and sets it in front of me.
“I don’t cook a lot, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” he laughs.
I set the plate down, taking a bite and moan. “Oh, wow.”
“Do they meet your approval?” Blue asks and I hear Mom laugh.
“Don’t let him fool you, Meddie. I’ve already bragged on him for the last twenty minutes.”
“I bet,” I answer Mom. “We need to wake Adam up to taste… Oh, shit! It’s Monday!”
“Yeah,” Blue laughs.
“Meddie, language!” Mom complains.
“I forgot it was Monday. I need to wake Adam up and get dressed. He’s going to miss first period and he had a big test.”
“Doe, calm down.”
“I can’t. Adam makes good grades, but math is a weakness for him. He can’t afford to miss a test, Blue. I can’t believe—”
I stop talking because Blue kisses me, effectively shutting out all thought except my tongue tangling with and enjoy being close to him. He pulls back way too soon—way before I can get my mind to work.
“Eat and relax, Doe. I already got Adam up, fed him breakfast and took him to school.”
I listen to him and feel as if I’m dreaming. “You took Adam to school?”
“Yep, he was even five minutes early.”
“You lie. My child is never early for school when I take him.”
“He’s telling the truth, Meddie. Adam was happy as could be,” Mom says. My gaze cuts to her and then back to Blue.
I have so many emotions moving through me. I don’t know how to process them. Finally, because I can’t make the other words form, I look at Blue.