Every Way (Brush of Love 4)

Chapter 1

Bryan

“I feel like a hot-air balloon,” Hailey said.

“Well, you’re as colorful as one,” I said, grinning.

“No sex for you,” she retorted and stuck her tongue out.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart. You’re due in eight weeks. You look spectacular. You know you do.”

“No, I don’t. I feel like a beached whale, and I look like a bloated antelope.”

“A bloated antelope?” I asked.

“Yes. Go with it,” she said.

“Anything you say, beautiful.”

The June summer day was absolutely breathtaking. It started with waking up to the woman of my dreams and was ending with my arms wrapped around her protruding stomach. I peppered the side of Hailey’s neck with kisses, allowing myself to feel the stubble of hair that was now growing back. That hair was the sign of health for me. A sign that Hailey’s cancer was gone. I loved the feel of her stubble against my skin as I ran my hands along her stomach. Not only was her body healthy, but it was blooming with life.

“Does it still feel wrong to call the baby a her?” I asked.

“Yep. Just wrong,” Hailey said, grinning.

“But the doctors are insistent that it’s a girl.”

“Which is why I insisted everything be in gender neutral tones. Something doesn’t sit right with calling our child a ‘her’.”

“It’s okay. You can get away with that because you’re an artist. You’ve bought and painted things in colors I didn’t know existed.”

“So, you like the nursery?” she asked.

“I love it,” I said as I kissed her shoulder.

“Good. Because now it’s time for you to get to work in it.”

“What?”

“Did you think I was going to put together the furniture? The paint’s dry, and I have no more finishing touches. Now, it’s your turn.”

“Well, if that’s the case, then you can knock out one of those things on my list already,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

Hailey turned around in my arms, and I lost myself in her dazzling eyes. I hunched over and took her within my arms, molding my body to her curvature. I captured her lips with mine and tasted the essence of dinner she had been cooking. She tasted like chicken and cheese with a hint of broccoli and a lot of spice. My lips tingled as I smiled against her skin while her hands ran through the locks of my hair I’d allowed to grow out a bit.

“I like having a little bit to grab onto,” she said.

“So I’ve come to find out,” I said, winking. “Just let me know when you want the furniture in the nursery, and I’ll get it in there.”

“What do you mean? Doesn’t that stuff require assembly or something?” she asked.

“Your cheap furniture does, sure. But did you think I was going to put my child in cheap furniture?”

“What did you do, Bryan?”

“Nothing! I just made our baby’s furniture is all.”

“You what?” she asked.

“Did you really think I was going to buy our baby’s furniture when I could custom-make something unique for her?”

“Him,” Hailey corrected.

“By our knowledge, it’s a girl.”

“I think too many people get wrapped up in the gender of the child anyway. I’m more concerned with the health of my child. Plus, he’s been a bit stubborn. He’s practically burrowing back into my spine during those appointments.”

“I don’t blame her. That gel looks cold.”

“Him. And you have no idea,” she said, groaning.

“Would you be upset if I told my mother the baby is a girl?” I asked.

“Why would you do that if I’m this unsure about it?”

I watched the light in Hailey’s eyes slowly morph into darkness. It happened every time I brought up my mother. She had been practically hovering over us, trying to get us to do things her way every damn second. She would guilt-trip Hailey into eating things she didn’t enjoy, and she tried to get me to back down on making my child’s own crib set. She insisted that she have a professional come in and do up our nursery for our child because they “deserved the best the family could give them.”

The woman reveled in making snide remarks that I couldn’t give our child the best without my mother’s help.

“Dinner is baked chicken with a spicy sauce and cheddar broccoli,” Hailey said, sighing.

“She’s really upset that we won’t tell them the gender yet,” I said.

“Not my problem. And I don’t get why she’s so upset about it.”

“She just wants to tell her friends. You know, announcements or whatever it is she’s wanting to do.”

“If I let her, she would have this child on her own and claim it as hers,” Hailey said. “But with my feet aching the way they do, I’m almost tempted to let her.”

“It’s been nice having them around though, right?” I asked.

“Hardly.”

“Come on. Remember when my father came over with that pan of cinnamon rolls?” I asked.