Tempt The Playboy (Tempt 2)
She rolls her eyes at that one.
“I never thought I wanted kids, but the minute you told me you were carrying my child the only thought was when can we have another one. The only thing I could think of was to make sure you stayed with me forever.” I smile as a tear falls on our hands. “So I know we do things a little bit backward, and I know I drive you crazy,” I say, reaching inside my suit jacket to grab the blue ring box that has been burning a hole in my pocket the second she told me she was pregnant. Okay, not the second but two days after. Opening the ring, I see her gasp. I know they say size matters, but not with Kaleigh. Instead of your perfect round diamond, I went with a blush pink oval one in rose gold. “Kaleigh Harrison, will you do me the honor of being my wife? Of growing old with me, of driving me crazy with your empty cups all around the house? Of being the best mother that I know our children will have?”
The tears are now flowing freely as she nods and whispers out, “Yes.” I get up now, placing the ring on her finger, grabbing her up, and kissing her while I twirl her around.
“You guys can come out now,” I yell while she looks around in shock as her whole family comes out all dressed to the nines. The men all sporting tuxes and the women have ball gowns on. Lauren and Austin are there with Rachel and Gabe. Her mother and father come out both with smiles on their faces. John, Dani, Harvey, and his wife along with Stephanie all come up to us to congratulate us. She looks around. “What is everyone doing here?”
“Well, you see, I know I promised your mother a big catholic wedding, yada, yada, yada, but I knew I didn’t want another minute to pass without you being my wife, so we are going to get married here. Tonight.”
Her hand flies to her mouth as I walk her around the table and she sees the aisle I had set up for her. There is a red carpet down the middle with white chairs on each side. An overhead canopy of champagne roses sit in the middle with someone waiting in the middle to marry us. Lauren comes over and hands her the bouquet. She reaches out to hold on to her while they whisper something in each other’s ears with Lauren nodding and saying, “Where else would I be?”
So we take our places, me in the front of the altar with Austin by my side as Lauren walks down first and then Kaleigh, her face radiating with the biggest smile I have ever seen, her arm tucked in her father’s arm.
On a beautiful night in New York City, on the top of the Empire State Building, I finally get to kiss my bride as she tells everyone that she finally tempted the playboy.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kaleigh
Three ish months later
I’m sitting here on the couch with tears running down my face. My body almost looks the same, except my tits are bigger and I have a basketball in my belly, or better yet, I have Noah’s son.
That’s right. A month ago we went for an ultrasound. Well, there was no mistaking that.
As soon as they placed the wand on my stomach, there was my little man’s legs open, penis floating. Noah lifted his hands in the air as if he’d just won the lottery. “I need a picture of that. My kid is packing,” he said to the unamused doctor. “Actually make it ten. I need to send them to my friends.”
I was just mesmerized that a human was actually growing inside me.
Now here I am sitting down, waiting for Noah to come home. I don’t have to wait long before he rushes into the house, worry and panic on his face. “Oh my God, are you okay? Is the baby okay?” He sits in front of me, putting his hand on my stomach, the baby kicking as soon as he knows his father is near. He wipes my cheek with the tears that are staining it.
“Look,” I say to him, pointing to a McDonald’s bag. “Look at what your son made me buy.” I sob out while he leans in and opens the bag, showing him that there are eight cheeseburgers in there. Not one, not two, but fucking eight.
“What?” He looks at the bag with a smirk and then asks with a smile on his face. “Did you eat any?”
“NO, not yet. But I want to.” I grab the bag from him, bringing it to my nose. I reach in, taking one out and opening it. “I hate meat, I hate dairy,” I say, biting in, moaning, “but your child wants it. My only craving is meat. Can’t this kid crave, I don’t know, Brussel sprouts? Or, I don’t know, spinach since he’s like in the ninety-fifth percentile.” I take another bite, then another till I’m on my third one. “Why is this so good?” I say between chewing. My mouth is full of the cheeseburger.