“I think he’s hungry,” she notes, our cue to leave.
Jace and I say our goodbyes and head to our hotel. The premiere of season three is already over. Our friends watched it without us while we waited to hear the news of Remy’s arrival. Not that my phone hasn’t been blowing up with texts giving me a play by play of who they think is going to hook up with who. Who will be voted off.
Most importantly, their guesses as to who the insiders are this season.
Because we all know there are going to be a few. It’s just a matter of figuring out who they are.
“Did you get a text from Naomi?” Jace asks as we walk through the door to our room.
“Yeah. She said this season is already basically X-rated. Why?”
“Callen text me. He asked if we wanted to meet them for a drink.”
Six months into their relationship and Callen is still trying to use us as a buffer. Honestly, I think Naomi scares him a little. She’s passionate about everything she does. She puts her whole heart into life, including her relationships. It’s part of why the last guy didn’t stick around long. I’d worry about her pushing Callen away as well if he wasn’t head over heals in love with her. Once they move in together next month I think she’ll calm down a little.
At least I hope so for Callen’s sake.
“Where are they?” Toeing off my shoes, I kick them toward our open suitcase. Our flight leaves early in the morning and as ready as I am to get back home, neither of us have bothered to pack our shit.
“The bar downstairs.”
I can’t drink. He doesn’t know that, though. I’ve managed to be sly about it all weekend by drinking tonic water with lime. Going to a bar is going to blow my cover when I order water.
“I’m kind of tired. Mind if we stay in?” I ask, plopping onto the king-sized bed in our suite. The silky sheets are cool against the exposed skin of my arms.
“One drink. Then I have plans to seduce my wife the rest of the night. I’m pulling out all the stops. We’re gonna practice making a baby of our own.” Jace wiggles his eyebrows at me, walking toward me with purpose in each step.
He’s been hinting at wanting to start trying the past few weeks. Which is good considering he’s an overachiever apparently. He didn’t even have to try and we’re pregnant.
“How about, we go downstairs, you have a drink, and we come back up here and celebrate,” I say, pushing up on my elbows so I have a better view of his reaction when I break the news to him.
“What exactly are we celebrating?” Standing between my legs as they hang off the end of the bed, Jace stares down at me in confusion. “Wait. It doesn’t matter. As long as it ends up with sex, I’m good with celebrating anything.”
“Are you sure you’re ready to start a family?” I ask but don’t wait for him to reply. “You saw how crazy Bella was today. Happy then sad. Her emotions were all over the place. She could barely get off the couch without help. And now they have a tiny human they’re responsible for all the time. They’re never going to sleep again.”
I spill all my fears and watch as Jace doesn’t even blink.
“I want nothing more than a family with you, Presley. One, five, ten kids. The more, the better. And I’ll be right there by your side through it all. To help in any way I can. Whether it be helping you off the couch, getting up in the middle of the night, or watching all ten kids by myself while you spend a day at the spa. Nothing is more important than family. Our family. Me and you and however many kids we have.”
A vision of Jace with kids hanging off his body like they’re climbing a jungle gym flashes through my mind, and I can’t help but laugh. He’s going to be an amazing dad.
“How about we start with one,” I suggest, pushing off the bed and standing in front of him.
“Does that mean we can start practicing making babies, baby?” he asks, pulling my body close to his and grinding against me.
“No, that means you don’t need to practice. You already knocked me up, baby,“ I reply, drawing out the word.
Jace opens his mouth, then closes it, his eyes widening in surprise. Taking a step back, he holds me at arm’s length, stares at my belly for a moment, before finally lifting his eyes to mine.
“You mean... we’re already pregnant? I’m going to be a daddy?”
All I can do is nod as tears begin to well in his eyes, a reflection of the ones in mine.
“I love you, Presley. More than I did yesterday but not quite as much as I will tomorrow.” Jace seals his statement with a kiss as he walks me backward toward the bed.