I shrug and purse my lips. “Minus a few choice words, yeah, I’d say he did.”
“And your parents?”
“Not yet. Soon, though.”
“We can do it together,” he says confidently.
I wrap my arms around him and pull his face to mine so I can kiss him once more. I tell him I’ll be right back and walk toward the kitchen because I’m in desperate need of some water.
As I glance over my shoulder at him, I see him watching me and admiring my new waddle. I study him and no longer see the boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but a man who will be the father of our baby. Anamazingfather.
“Damn, your ass looks great.”
I glare at him. “I feel huge and disgusting.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re beautiful, Princess.”
Once I reach the kitchen, I grab a bottle of water and walk right back to where he’s waiting for me on the couch.
“So, do you know if it’s a girl or a boy yet?”
“No, I didn’t want to find out until you knew.”
He smiles and brushes his hand over the stubble on his chin. “Okay, good. When is your due date? Do you know when you have your next appointment? Oh my God. I just realized I’ll need to tell my mother.”
I let out a chuckle at all his questions, but I understand it’s all a little overwhelming.
“Well...I’m due in late February. I made an appointment for Wednesday at three, and then the ultrasound will be right after that, but if you can’t make it, it’s totally fine.”
“February,” he repeats, nodding. “I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go together. I will never be too busy for you.” He reaches for my hand and pulls me closer until I’m against his chest. He closes the gap between us with his lips, and when he kisses me, it’s so easy to close my eyes and be transported back to six months ago—before our blowout, before Boston, and before the pregnancy. Travis and I have never had a normal relationship, and now with a baby in the picture, it could get even more complicated, but as I feel his body pressed against mine, I feel nothing but happiness. Complicated or not, I know he’ll keep his promise to me. He’ll be there for the baby and me and won’t allow me to do this by myself, even if I begged him because he’s stubborn like that. Travis King is going to be a wonderful dad, and I’m going to be an awesome mom, and we’re going to have a beautiful baby together. It still feels surreal. Even with him here with me—elated—it doesn’t seem real.
“I’ve missed your lips,” he says, pulling my lower lip into his mouth and releasing it.
“Oh, yeah?”
He presses another kiss on them. “Oh, yeah. Even these lips, too,” he teases and smiles as I finally get what he was implying.
“I should’ve known you’d already be trying to break the rules.”
“Fuck the rules. Your rules never stood a chance anyway.” He grins, and I know he’s right, even if I won’t admit it.
“You’ll need to tell Gryff he’s getting a sibling.”
“Why don’t you come over and tell him yourself?” He arches a brow, and I know where this is going.
“Fine, I will.”
“Maybe stay and have a sleepover.”
I give him a pointed look.
“What? It’s not like you can get pregnantagain...”
“Are you seriously talking about getting me back into your bed already?” I frown and look down at my huge belly. “Like this?”
“Are you really that surprised?” He chuckles.
I sigh, knowing I really shouldn’t be. “Some things never change, King.”