Archer and I together, raising our child together as a family.
16
Archer
Smiling, I take Quinn’s hand. “Things are quite different now than the last time we walked up and down this river.”
“You’re not kidding,” she says back with a laugh. We just got done with dinner and are enjoying the night out together.
“Though one thing is the same.”
“What?”
My heart is in my throat, but this time I’m not nervous. “I was in love with you then, like I am now.”
Quinn stops short, grip on my hand tightening. Her lips are slightly parted with shock, but her eyes are sparkling. “What?”
I pull her close, heart thumping away. “If you’re not ready to say it back, that’s okay. But I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” she says with a laugh, blinking back tears. “I knew I was falling but was scared you didn’t feel the same.”
“I do, babe. I really fucking do.”
Unable to keep my lips off hers any longer, I lean down and kiss her deeper than I should be kissing her in public, but I can’t help it.
“Wait.” She breaks away and for a split second, I think she’s going to tell me she takes her words back. “You were in love with me that night we hooked up?”
“I’ve been in love with you for even longer than that.” I take her hand again and lead her to a bench. We sit, and I wrap her in my arms. “Do you remember the first time we met?”
“When you came home with Dean?”
“No, when Dean was moving into the dorm.”
“Oh, yeah. I do now. I thought you were cute.”
“I thought you were too,” I confess for the first time ever. “I didn’t realize you were so young. You had on a tight black dress and your tits were practically falling out. You looked older than fourteen.”
“I forgot about that. I bought my first pushup bra the day before and Jamie and I were going to talk to seniors down at the lake. My dad found out and made me come with them to Purdue. I was so mad.”
“I was all for making a move until I found out you were four years younger than me.”
“That wouldn’t have gone over well with my brothers.”
“Not at all. You were a minor.”
“But then I wasn’t,” she starts.
“Trust me, on your eighteen birthday I thought about it. I’ve always been insanely attracted to you, Quinn. And then I got to know you—and your family. Things got complicated. I didn’t tell you how I felt before out of respect for Dean. He’s more of a brother to me than my own brother. Hell, Logan, Owen, and Wes are too. But then I saw you again the weekend of Dean’s engagement party, and it was so hard not to kiss you.”
“Is that why you were such an asshole?”
“I wasn’t an asshole.”
She snickers and rolls her eyes. “Sure you weren’t.”
Running my hand over her hair, I chuckle. “Fine, and I have no excuse for it. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I wanted you so much it was frustrating.”
“I know the feeling.” She cups my cheek in her hand and locks her eyes with mine. “I had a major crush on you as a kid, that apparently you knew about.”
“I did, and it didn’t help my situation. Especially when you were walking around in your bikini flirting with me. You were older then, but still a minor. And still Dean’s sister.”
She laughs. “I’m sorry for giving you blue balls. I can make it up to you tonight.”
“I’m going to take you up on that offer.”
“I can put on a bikini too, but I don’t look the same as I did when I was fourteen, you perv.”
“I was really conflicted after I found out you were so young.”
“I bet. Though if it makes you feel any better, one of Weston’s friends used to hit on me. And he did know about our age difference.”
“Gross. At least we’re only four years apart, not eight.”
“I know, right? That guy continued his love for younger girls and ended up being one of the first people Wes ever arrested.”
I laugh. “Interesting turn of events. So, hypothetically speaking, if I had asked you out years ago, would you have said yes?”
“Depends on when you asked.” Her eyes sparkle again. “I went through a very dark period where I thought I was in love with Andrew Winslow.”
“I remember that. You spent a lot of the summer locked in your room crying.”
“Being a teenage girl is rough. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” She puts her hand on her belly again. “If she’s anything like me she might be a little dramatic.”
“A little?”
“Hey, now. At least I have other redeeming qualities.”
“You do.” I put my lips to hers again. “Want to head back?”
“Yeah. I’m getting tired and we’ve only had sex once so far today.”
“We do have to prepare for the rest of the week apart.” We get up and start walking, and as much as I’m enjoying being out on a date with Quinn, we’re both ready to call it a night. She’s tired and I’m exhausted. I was in surgery all night with back-to-back emergencies, slept for three hours on the breakroom couch, and then had my scheduled procedures this morning.
I cannot wait until I’m not a fucking resident anymore.
I put my arm around Quinn as we walk, going a few strides together in silence.
“Hey,” I start when we come to a stop at an intersection. Cars fly by, and I don’t think the drivers so much as notice people standing on the sidewalk. My first thought is how scary it would be to have Jackson walking on this sidewalk. It’ll be even worse to have our own kid.
“Yeah?” Quinn tips her pretty face up to look at me.
“I love you.”
I’ve gotten so used to sleeping for just a few hours here and there that sleeping through the night seems weird. Sometimes I wake up in a panic thinking I missed a shift or didn’t hear my phone ring. It’s rare I don’t have to go in for an emergency appendectomy or cholecystectomy on my on-call nights. Pure exhaustion is what helps me sleep through the night, and even then, it still feels weird.
But when I woke up with a start at four a.m., all it took was one look at Quinn to calm my nerves. She said she gets up around eight to be in at work by nine, and will leave around three or four since it’s Friday. As we settled in to sleep last night, she was telling me about some new code she was writing, and another program the company is about to launch.
She gets so excited when she talks about her job. She has good hours, a great work environment, and makes decent money. I can’t blame her if she doesn’t want to cut back on work when Emma is born. She has as much right to work full-time as I do. Still, we need to talk about it.
Instead of closing my eyes and trying to go back to sleep, I sit up and look at Quinn. She’s so fucking beautiful. Careful not to disturb her, I get up and use the bathroom, and then go into the kitchen to get something to drink. The cats all follow me in, meowing loudly.
“I’m not feeding you,” I tell them, flicking my eyes back to Quinn’s room, hoping they don’t wake her up. I open the fridge and pull out the orange juice. I pour myself a glass and go to the window, watching the early morning light bathe the already busy city.
“Arch?” Quinn’s voice comes from behind me. She’s standing in the threshold of her bedroom, blinking her eyes open. She’s wearing a Minnie Mouse t-shirt and black panties. I’m confident in saying she could literally put on anything and I’d find her sexy.
“Did I wake you?”
“No.” She yawns and pulls her arms in around herself. It is a little chilly in here, and her pert nipples are starting to push against the thin fabric of her shirt. “Or maybe? I don’t know. I just woke up and you weren’t there.”
I finish my orange juice and put the glass in the sink. “I’m still on my
work schedule this week. Sleeping for more than four hours in a row is weird.”
She yawns. “You must really like surgery to put up with that schedule.”