Chapter 15 Gracie #2
The feeling of his palms cupping my face makes it feel as though he will hold us together and not in a physical sense. When we create space, his eyes have a gleam of affection, and gosh, I'm lucky.
Is he disapproving?
Asher is sitting on the floor next to the fireplace that he turned on with a switch. “Really? You have to walk in like that?”
I give my body the once-over and proudly grin. “You just had me naked in your bed, and you are scared of a little lingerie?” I’m wearing a silver lace bra and panties with an open lace robe.
“I’m going to have to get used to this, aren’t I?” He doesn’t sound disappointed about that.
I join him on the floor and grab a nearby throw blanket because it is a little nippy in here. “Perks of having the woman in your bed be part of a lingerie dynasty.”
He adjusts the blanket on my body. “There are worse things. Just don’t want you to get cold right now.”
I appreciate that, but I’m getting distracted. “Ooh, snacks.” I spot the plate on the fireplace ledge and reach to pick up the plate of crackers and cookies. My body length falls short, and Asher is my hero to help and offers me the plate.
“I wasn’t sure what the baby feels like eating today.”
Biting into the cookie, my tastebuds approve. “I’m not sure, but want to know something amazing about the new year?”
He scoots closer to me and grabs a cracker. “Enlighten me.”
“I can eat as many cookies as I want until the summer, and nobody will bat an eyelash because I’ll be fat anyways.”
“I’m pretty sure that a positive pregnancy doesn’t make you fat.” He looks over his shoulder at the bottle of champagne on the table. “Don’t worry, it’s sparkling grape juice.”
“Didn’t want to do the party hats?” I’m flippant, and his blank face is his answer. “I’ll take that as a no.”
He quickly checks the time on his watch. “Since we got distracted in my bed, it’s already twenty minutes to midnight.”
I interlink our arms and cuddle into him. “Well then, it seems we are playing a few rounds of twenty questions.”
He kisses the top of my head. “I’m only doing this game for you.”
Perfect answer.
He already treats me like a queen, and I’m confident to say that I deserve to be treated that way, just like he deserves my all.
For the next few minutes, we learn more about each other.
No topics off the table. His hidden talent for playing piano, my fear of corn mazes.
The demands of his career and the creative process for mine.
We’re both on board for finding out if the baby is a boy or girl.
If it wasn’t for my yawn and him checking the time, then we would almost miss the clock at midnight.
Popping the cork, he pours juice into two flutes then hands me one.
“Not going to lie. I would be in bed sleeping if it wasn’t for you.”
“Old man.”
“Call me that again and I have no problem establishing punishment in this place.”
Have I stopped smiling? No, not once.
“Challenging me isn’t a smart move. It makes me want to do it even more.”
“I know.” His gives me a knowing look that sends a sensation straight to my pussy.
He clinks our glasses. “To a new year with new beginnings and welcoming a healthy kid who will turn our world upside down.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” We both take a sip, only for me to spit out the juice while Asher begins to retch, and our faces sour. “Eww. What is this?”
“I had a bottle along with the other wines.” Lifting the bottle, he studies the label.
“Sorry it’s not your Blisswood wine that your dad has an abundance of.
” His face looks revolted from what we just swallowed.
“Oh no. I started the year with making my pregnant girlfriend sick.” His eyes slide up to meet mine.
“It’s wine from Passover. My mom hates the red wine at Passover, and my dad prefers white at Easter. ”
“And? What does that have to do with this awful taste?” I wipe the back of my hand over the corner of my mouth.
He sets the bottle down. “It seems… the year on the bottle… well, it’s from Passover three years ago.”
“Who the hell keeps grape juice three years old?” I squeak.
“The guy who is too distracted by the woman prancing around his house in lingerie.”
I pull him closer to me by squeezing his arm. “I’ve already warned you to get used to it. Now, please clean out that collection of yours and pass me a cracker to soak up that mishap.”
He titters in response before affectionately kissing my forehead.
“You’re going to have to do a lot more than a chaste kiss.” I pretend to be in a foul mood.
“Of course.” He begins to move and rises up on his knees in front of me, then he slowly peels the blanket off my body. “How about I tell you happy New Year then worship every little inch of you.”
“I mean, not exactly a bad way to start the year.” I give up on my theatrics and pull on his hands. “Happy New Year, now come here.”
“Yeah, not going to take you here on the floor. My plan was a few kisses, maybe nipple sucking, then carry you to my room. You’re pregnant. You deserve a soft mattress.”
What a Prince Charming.
“Then get me there now.”
Yep. Best New Year’s yet.