Pulling her into my arms, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You look beautiful.”
Her smirk widened into a smile. “Thank you, are you going to tell me what we’re doing today?”
“Are you going to tell me how long you were standing there?”
“Long enough.”
I considered her answer and narrowed my eyes at her. “Yeah, still not telling you where we’re going. But we need to go.”
“Fine, fine. Parker, you ready?” she asked as she pulled away from me.
When she grabbed her purse and keys, I rubbed at the back of my neck and sucked in a deep breath. “Can I drive?” I asked, and I’m pretty sure I held my breath as I waited for her answer.
Her brow furrowed. “You want to drive my car?”
“No, uh . . . can I drive us in my car?”
“Um, yeah, I guess. We just have to move the booster seat first.”
“I kinda bought one,” I said tightly. It felt like I broke out in a cold sweat as I waited for her to freak out. To say this was moving too fast. For us to have the argument we’d somehow avoided for a couple weeks, again.
Reagan’s eyes widened and mouth opened slowly. “You bought a booster seat for your car?” she asked softly.
“Yeah, but if it bothers you—”
I don’t know what happened first, it seemed to all happen at once. Her purse and keys dropped to the floor, her hazel eyes filled with tears, and she launched her small body at me—wrapping her arms tightly around my waist.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said against my chest.
“Actually, I did.” Running my hand over her long hair, I waited until she looked up at me again. “I couldn’t drive you two anywhere unless we moved your booster seat. It was stupid. I need to be able to drive him without having to inconvenience you. This was necessary for us.”
Her head shook slowly back and forth, and she huffed softly. “I—” She cut off quickly and cleared her throat. “Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
Pushing back the hair from her face, I cupped her cheek and kissed her slowly. “I think I have an idea.”
There was a loud, exaggerated sigh next to us. “Are we going?”
Reagan and I both laughed and looked at Parker. “Yeah, bud, let’s go.” Grabbing Reagan’s purse and keys, I handed them back to her and led them out the door. As we walked to my car, I nudged her shoulder. “Hey, Duchess.”
“Hmm?”
Hooking my arm around her neck, I pressed my lips close to her ear and whispered, “Do you realize you took my compliment back there? Pretty sure that’s a first.”
Her face scrunched together as she thought for a moment before she rolled her eyes, scoffed, and pushed me away. “And I’m pretty sure you’re still delusional.”
Looking at my girl as she put Parker in the back seat of my car, I shook my head. “No. Definitely not that.”
“WE’RE GOING TO the park?” Reagan asked a few minutes later. “Why’d you have us dress nice if we were going here?”
I bit back a smile and turned to go around to a different side. “You’ll see.”
“Are we gonna play?” Coen asked from the backseat.
“Not today, bud. I have something else in mind. But when we’re done, I’ll take you wherever you want for lunch. How’s that sound?”
“Cool!”
I smiled over at Reagan, and we both mouthed, “Cool.”