Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Prescription?”
“Prenatal vitamins.”
“Oh. They didn’t mention that, but I knew I would need them.”
“That’s why you have me. Maybe they’ll let me help deliver the baby,” he muses, reaching over and grabbing my clothes.
“Is that something you’d want to do?”
“Bring my baby girl into the world? Hell yes.”
I nod. “Then when we have our first checkup, you should talk to them about it.”
“Let’s get you dressed.” He steps between my thighs where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, and reaches behind me to untie my gown. He pulls it off, tossing it to the bed as he hungrily takes me in.
“Not here,” I warn, making him laugh.
“Is that a challenge, beautiful?”
“Do you want your coworkers to hear me?”
“No one hears you but me.” He furrows his brow.
I chuckle. “Then take me to your place.”
“Not my place, Palmer. Home. I’m taking you home to our home. I was serious. I want you to move in with me. If we need a new place, we can sell mine, but I don’t ever want to fall asleep again without you next to me.”
“Take me home, big guy.” His eyes are bright and filled with so much love. I don’t know that I’ve ever been happier than I am in this moment.
“Fuck, I love you.” He kisses me hard and then proceeds to carefully help me get dressed. When I stand to pull my leggings on, he drops to his knees and places a tender kiss on my belly. “Daddy loves you too, baby girl.”
“You can’t do that,” I tell him, tears clogging my throat. He peers up at me. “Look at what you do to me?” I point at my tear-filled eyes.
“There will never be a day moving forward that you don’t know exactly how I’m feeling. Good or bad, I’m never holding back again. I almost lost you, Palmer. Me wanting the moment to be perfect kept me silent, and I almost lost you. I will never make that mistake again. Every moment with you is the right moment.”
I nod because how do I argue with that? “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He helps me with my leggings and then my shirt before cracking the door. I expect discharge to take forever, but apparently, I have connections with my baby daddy, and thirty minutes later, we’re walking into his house with my prescription in hand that he was able to have filled at the hospital pharmacy.
“Can I get you anything?” he asks.
“Sleep.”
“You’re tired?”
“I haven’t slept well in over a week.”
“Then we’ll go to bed.” He takes my hand and leads me down the hall to his room, well, our room now. “Deacon texted me. He said he has all of your equipment and everything at his place. He said to text him when you’re ready, and he’ll bring it by.”
“I can just pick it up on my way to the studio tomorrow. I have a key to their place.”
“My brothers all have a key to mine as well. I’m going to have to take them back.”
“What? Why?”
“Because this is your home now. I can’t have them walking in on you naked in the kitchen.”
“And who says I’m going to be naked in the kitchen?”
He rests his hand over my belly. “That’s how we got here,” he reminds me.
“Don’t take their keys, Brooks. I don’t want you to change your life for our baby and me.”
“I don’t want them seeing you.”
“Are you going to tell them that I live here?”
“You know that I am.”
“They’re good guys. They’re not going to come barging in, knowing that’s what they could find. You never know when there is an emergency, and they might need to get inside. Let them keep them.”
“Another reason I fell madly in love with you.”
“Oh, should I start a list?”
“Not enough paper in the world, baby.”
“You’re too much.”
“Come on.” He strips down to his boxer briefs, and I strip down to my panties. He hands me a shirt, and we crawl into bed. He wraps me in his warm embrace, and in no time, we’re both sound asleep.
EPILOGUE BROOKS
Brooks
Today was a great day. We started out with lunch with Palmer’s family and then ended with dinner with mine. We’re ten weeks pregnant, and still, the only people who know are Deacon and Ramsey. We thought it was best to hold it to ourselves until after her first trimester.
It was a struggle not to stand up and tell everyone we love, at her parents’ place and at mine, that I’m thankful for the love of my life and the mother of my daughter. No, we don’t know if we’re having a little girl, but I just feel like we are. Something in my heart tells me I’m going to have another little Palmer to love. Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter to me, but my heart tells me it’s a girl.