Her hands were taken once again.
“I’m going to feed you and I’ll look at your feet,” Scott said.
He got to his feet and her stomach growled.
Beau laughed. “I’m starving as well. You know he’s going to be feeding you his vegan stuff.”
“I don’t care.”
Beau pulled her into his arms and she held onto him. “What am I going to do?” she asked.
“You’re going to let us take care of you. You’re going to trust us with your heart and know we’ve only got your best interests at heart.” Beau pushed some of her hair off her face. “We love you.”
She smiled. “I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to get used to that.”
“You will.”
“Me and Scott, all the way.”
“Did you really tell the town about us?” she asked.
“Actually, Scott told them. Me, I looked like a groupie, following him everywhere. He’s good with the words.” He shrugged. “I didn’t know what else to say. I could have said, ‘She’s mine too, yay.’”
She laughed. “I love you, so much.”
“I know and I love you too. We’re going to make you so happy. You know that, right?”
“I didn’t think it was possible to ever be this happy.” She sniffled again. She took a deep breath. “I can’t think right now.”
“What’s there to think about?”
“If we should move in with Scott. The baby. Everything.” She blew out a breath. “Marriage?”
“Do you want to get married?” Beau asked.
“I don’t want to come between you.”
“You’re not going to come between us. We want you. Sharing you is going to be our thing.”
Scott came into the sitting room. “Don’t doubt our feelings for you, Connie, not ever. In fact, I know what I’m going to do, you’re going to marry me, you’re going to live with me. We’re going to have a ceremony to bind you to both of us. I’ll pick the rings as well.”
“You’re being bossy,” Beau said.
“Someone has to take charge. We’ve got a pregnant woman and a future to plan. I can get my lawyer to form some kind of contract that says we’re all equal and stuff like that.” He shrugged. “We don’t need to complicate matters.”
Connie pointed at her stomach. “Don’t you think this is complicated enough?”
He wrinkled his nose. “Nah, that’s not even a little hiccup.” Scott leaned over the sofa and put his hand on her stomach. “Little guy or girl, you are going to be so loved.”
“It may not even be any sex yet,” Connie said. “It’s not even a bump.”
“It will be. Now go and shower. I’m making food and you’re going to be cared for whether you like it or not.” He kissed her again.
Connie, against all the odds, did think it was going to be okay.
Chapter Ten
“You cannot terminate my membership. I paid upfront,” Mrs. Dale said.
“As I have told you multiple times, your membership and the advance fees have all been refunded to you.”
“This is bullshit.”
Scott sat back and stared at the woman who visited him daily, believing she could get him to change his mind. It wasn’t going to happen. She had caused his woman no end of problems and now that Connie was pregnant, he wouldn’t allow anyone to even think of hurting her.
“No, what’s bullshit is your disgusting mouth spreading horrible gossip about my woman. I don’t agree with that. You will also find that you’re going to have to go out of town for your car as well. You mess with me and Beau, you’ll pay for it. Simple as that. You thought you could spread vicious rumors and look what has happened.” He smiled.
Mrs. Dale looked like she wanted to say more but instead turned on her heel and left.
Good. He didn’t want to have to deal with her. Taking a deep breath, he saw it was nearly time for lunch. Beau had promised him he would bring Connie to the diner and even though he didn’t like eating there, he’d have a black tea.
Locking his office, he left Chloe at the desk in charge. She knew to call him if necessary.
He walked the short distance to the diner and he saw Connie already there.
Smiling, he entered the diner, made himself a black tea, paid for it, and took a seat beside her. He pressed a kiss to her lips and Connie’s face went a nice bright shade of red.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” she said.
“Nope, not on purpose. I want the town to know we love you and always will.” He stroked her hair.
The waitress brought over Beau and Connie’s lunch.
No one called out names. No one gave them any hassle.
He had no doubt they all had their opinions on what was going on but he didn’t give a shit. This was between him and his woman.
Sipping at his drink, he watched as Connie ate.