“Hmmm, if it’s a boy, how about Tristian Chase Hawkins II? And if it’s a girl, I like the name Harlow after my grandmother. What about you?”
“Whatever you want is fine with me.”
“Wow. So all I had to do was get pregnant for you to surrender your control?”
“Pick and choose your battles, kitten.”
She giggled.
“I love that laugh more than anything.”
“You know what I love?”
“You mean other than me?”
“I love that you always say the sweetest things.”
“I thought I was an asshole?”
“You’re an asshole who sometimes says the sweetest things.”
“I do what I can.”
“I want to have a party to celebrate the baby.”
“If that’s what you’d like, then we’ll make it happen.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I could get used to you being all compliant.”
“You’re carrying my baby. It’s the least I can do.”
“I’m going to remember that the next time I’m super hormonal.”
“I plan to keep you pregnant for the next four years.”
“I may have to take you up on that if this is how I’ll be treated.”
I kissed her. “I’ve barely gotten started.”
She smiled and kissed me back. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”
“Oh, we’re back to this game?”
She playfully nodded.
“Before I went home to pack after your debutante ball, I visited my parents’ grave.”
Her mouth parted.
“I asked them to give me the strength to leave you without saying goodbye.”
Her eyes brimmed with tears.
“The day before we got married, I went to their graves again and asked them to give me that same strength to make you fall in love with me like you did back then.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’d love to visit them with you one day.”
“I’d love nothing more than introducing you to them. I’d also love to take our baby once he or she is born to meet them as well.”