The Boyfriend Blog

He shrugs. “It’s between me and your dad. All you need to know is that your dad and I are good.”

Aiden kisses me softly on the lips and then looks at my sister.

“Daddy…” Emily looks at Jonathan and smiles. He nods his head, but she shakes hers. “I can’t.” Tears spill down her cheeks. Happy tears, I’m sure.

“Jonathan,” my dad booms.

Unthreatened by my dad, Jonathan laughs and steps forward. “Marcus, Emily is crying because she’s happy.”

Dad looks confused. “You sure about that, son?”

“Positive. We’re having a baby. You’re going to be a grandpa,” Jonathan says.

Dad blinks and then yanks Jonathan in for a hug. They do that weird clap each other on the back thing that guys do, and then Dad reaches for Mom. “We’re going to be grandparents.”

“I know,” she cries.

He pulls back, eyes wide. “We have to move here. With a wedding and a baby, there’s no way we can live in the city.”

Mom jumps for joy.

“Wait, wedding? Who’s getting married?” I ask.

Dad smiles happily with his arm wrapped around Mom. “You and Aiden.”

“Oh, we’re not…” I look at Aiden, but he doesn’t look at all flustered at the prospect of getting married. “We just started dating.”

“But you’ve known each other for years. It’ll happen, and when it does, you have my blessing.”

“Thank you,” Aiden says.

I blink, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. What the hell is happening?

“Breathe,” Aiden whispers.

“B-but…”

He lovingly caresses my back while I catch my breath, and when I look at him, he laughs. “Just breathe, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

14

Lizzie

Clothes are overrated. Orgasms are not. –Liz

“Tonight was fun.” Aiden unlocks his door and turns to look at me.

“It was. Next weekend, we get to face your family. Which reminds me, I need to pick out a dress.”

Aiden’s smile is slow and sexy as he pulls me into his arms. “My family will be ecstatic. My parents adore you. I swear they like you more than me.”

“That’s not true.”

Instead of replying, Aiden kisses me—long, slow, and deep. Deep enough to make my toes curl and cause a ball of lust to build in my stomach. I want him bad, and I hate that he’s sworn off touching me until the wedding when all I want to do is climb him like a tree.

I end the kiss and step back before I do something crazy like rip off my dress in the middle of the hallway. “Goodnight.”

I turn toward my apartment, but I don’t make it far. Aiden snags my wrist.