“I love you.”
“Love you too, babe. Hey, how’d it go with your parents and Carey?” Having my clothes between us helps and I need to ask before I get too distracted by her lying on top of me like she is.
She hesitates for all of a second. “They’re happy for us. Carey and I are good again. She says he’s changed, so I hope she’s right.”
“They’ll be happy to hear about the baby?”
“I think so.”
“What really happened?” I ask because she still sounds a bit unsure.
“Okay, promise that you’ll let it roll off your shoulders because it doesn’t matter and she’s getting over it?”
Shit. “It’s your mother again?”
She nods. “I made the mistake of telling her about our last argument.”
“So?”
“So, I told her how you said, ‘Fuck you, Sydney.’” I raise an eyebrow because I don’t see the big deal. I was pissed at what she said. “She thought it was pretty harsh and that you shouldn’t talk to me like that. Anyway, after today, she’s getting over it. She wasn’t sure if she should be happy at first, but she is now.”
“How am I supposed to win that woman over? Seriously.”
“I think if I could keep my mouth shut, you could do it.”
“Then shut the hell up, gorgeous,” I tease with a grin. Part of me wants her mom to like me, and then the other half doesn’t really give a fuck. She doesn’t live close enough for her to be a problem. My hands are on her waist and I give it a squeeze. “Not that I mind, but what’s up with you lying on me naked?”
“Just felt like it.” She grins and giggles a little. Her head dips to hide in my neck, where she presses a quick kiss. “Are you tired?”
“Why?” Now, I’m a little confused. Why is she still talking?
“Because I’m feeling better and there’s something I’ve been thinking about since last night.” Her voice has gone soft and a little timid.
Holy shit. This is about sex. Sydney outright asking for something sexual is a rare occurrence. Usually, she finds nonverbal ways to drop hints about what she wants, but sometimes, she starts talking about it. She hasn’t even said anything and I’m already hard and ready to fuck her.
“What is it, gorgeous?” I ask quietly. I roll us over, hovering over her and begin kissing her neck to make her more relaxed. We’ve been having sex for a long time, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t get a little anxious here and there.
Her fingers run through the hair on top of my head. Wordlessly, she starts pushing my head down her body and I know instantly what she wants.
I push her hand away. “Message heard loud and clear, babe, but I think I’ll take my time getting my mouth there,” I say right before I lower my mouth on her left breast while my hand slides down her stomach and between her thighs. She groans so loud, I’m extremely thankful we have the apartment to ourselves.
June
Yesterday, we were watching the final game of the season and saw one team win the best trophy in all of sports. Obviously, it wasn’t the Rebels since Sydney and I were watching the game. We made it to the second round this year and were out in four games. Today, one city is celebrating the fact that they are champions.
Me?
I have something just as exciting to celebrate. We’re going to find out if baby Rhett will be a boy or a girl. Sydney was a little further along than she thought she was. This entire pregnancy, while it may not always be fun for her, has been a dream for me. Sometimes, it doesn’t even seem real. Right about now, Sydney is going on a craving spree. The woman is hungry all the damn time. She’s putting all the guys on the team to shame with her appetite.
We still haven’t gotten married. She pushed it off because of her graduating, us getting Savannah’s last name changed, getting my name on her birth certificate, and she wanted us to find a new place to live first. We’ve only been settled into our home for a week, but we’re getting married this weekend. Things have been really good for the past three months, ever since we found out she was pregnant. She’s been moodier than ever and she’s given me the silent treatment only once. That’s a true testament to how good things have been.
And now, we’re going to find out what our baby is.
I’ve been to every appointment so far because I make her schedule them when I can come, even the ones she says aren’t that important. It hasn’t been too much of an issue since I’m in my off-season now. This is probably the first time that I’ve loved summer. I’m getting to spend every second with Sydney and Savannah. I get to take Savannah places, to the park, to her skating lessons, and sometimes, just over to Zane’s.
How is this my life?
How do I finally have the woman I want? Not only that, but we have a beautiful daughter and another beautiful baby on the way.