Lifting my head to kiss him, I whispered, “I love the shit out of you, Remington.”
Pulling back, he grinned at me. “I love you from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. I even love you when your toenails are like hawk claws.”
I hadn’t had a bump until I’d hit the seven-month mark, and then it’d sprung out like I was pregnant with twins. Now, when you have a beach ball in your abdomen, it’s hard to do things like shave or cut your toenails, especially if you like having oxygen in your lungs like I did. Because of that, there may have been a couple of occasions where I’d had longer toenails than usual, mainly because I didn’t want to go for a pedicure with hairy legs because I couldn’t reach far enough to shave them.
That’s where my best friend had stepped in. Dressed in her hairy man boob swimsuit and me in my replacement one—which looked even worse with the bump—she’d shaved my legs and cut my toenails, so the big pussy lying next to me stopped talking about them.
And why hadn’t the big whining baby himself done the job? Well, he’d been scared he’d cut me with the razor or catch the skin on my toes when he cut the nails. Basically, he was the definition of a pussy, who’d been too afraid to do two easy things for his pregnant with a hippo wife.
“That was all your fault,” I reminded him.
“I’m not denying it was, but I got a great photo for the background and lock screen on my phone.”
Yup, he and Marcus had caught us without us knowing and had taken photos. We’d both agreed to wear the hair man boob swimsuits on a dare from Sadie, who’d worn one proudly at the beach. She was nuts, though, so that was her excuse.
“Yeah, well, we’re locking the door next time so you can’t catch us again.”
Given that Addy was pregnant, I owed her some properly shaved legs and pretty toes.
Pulling my head down so my face was on his chest, Remy gently stroked my back. “You know I sent the photo to everyone, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I sighed, unable to even be slightly pissed off about it after I sent the photo of him with wet jeans and a caption of ‘Captain pee-pee pants’ to everyone.
Life didn’t have to be full of maturity and seriousness. Trust me, it naturally sobered us up when we least expected it and took away our ability to laugh for a while, like it had with Croix and Carrie. Fortunately, we still had Croix with us, but his leg was a constant reminder of how quickly things could get fucked up.
Because of that, we both took the opportunity to laugh when we could and find the funny side of things instead of having useless arguments about it. Oh, we still argued, but we made up quickly.
“Love you, baby.”
Smiling into his chest, I whispered, “Love you, pee-pee pants.”