Chapter 5 #3
“Yeah, baby, everything’s more than okay.” The disapproving women have all left us alone and I’m impatient to get my hands on my woman.
The toilet flushes and Velvet opens the door. Before she can exit, I enter, closing the door behind us and caging her in against the wall of the toilet stall.
Amusement fills her face and fuck if it doesn’t get me harder than I already am. “You came here to fuck me?”
My mouth curls up into a grin. “You always could read my mind.”
As I bend to kiss her, she puts her hands to my chest and gently pushes against me. “I’m not fucking you in a toilet, Nash.”
“We’ve never done it in a public toilet.”
“And we’re not starting now.”
I’m about to argue with her when I spot something on the top of the toilet cistern. Taking a better look, I’m confused when I realise it’s a pregnancy test.
I reach for it at the same time that Velvet says softly, “This is not how I imagined this conversation happening.”
“What conversation?” I say as I glance at the test stick.
“The one where I tell you—”
“Fuck, you’re pregnant?” My heart races as I shift my gaze from the two pink lines on the stick to Velvet.
She smiles, one hand gripping my arm. “Yeah, Nash, we’re pregnant.”
Two little words.
That’s all it takes to shift my world.
They’re not as life changing for me as the three words she first uttered years ago, but almost.
“We’re having a baby,” I say slowly, trying like fuck to wrap my head around this.
We’ve been trying to fall pregnant for years, and in my darkest moments, I’ve doubted this day would come. It came once before, and I thought that was our one and only shot. I didn’t fully believe we’d get another one, but here the fuck we are.
Fucking hell.
We’re. Pregnant.
I search Velvet’s eyes. “This is why you’ve been fuckin’ weird all day? Why you forced me to stop at that chemist on the way here and lost your shit when I told you we didn’t have time? And why you’ve come in here ten fuckin’ times?”
“It wasn’t ten fucking times,” she argues with me again. Fuck, I hope she never stops arguing with me. Ever. I live for her challenging me.
“It fuckin’ was.”
She pulls a face. The kind that says ‘really? You’re gonna fucking argue with me at a time like this?’ “It really wasn’t, but if you want to win this argument, I’ll let you. It took me a few times to bring myself to do the test.”
I grin, my heart exploding out of my chest and all the fuck over this public toilet in which I am not going to fuck the mother of my child.
“Sweet thing, I never wanna win an argument with you. I want our arguments to continue for life so I can get you all bothered and grumpy. You should know this by now.”
She shifts her hand from my arm to my chest, clutching a handful of my white button-down shirt. She suddenly looks like she’s not sure of herself and needs me in a way she doesn’t need me often. “We can’t lose this baby, Nash.”
Fuck.
What I hear in her voice slays me.
What I see in her eyes does too.
She’s right. We can’t lose this baby. It will kill her.
I wrap her in my arms. “We’re not losing this baby,” I say with the kind of determination and conviction I know she needs to hear right now.
Velvet needs me to be her man. She needs me to stand in front of her and tell her I have not one fucking ounce of doubt that this baby will be born.
I’ll do that for her today and I’ll do it every day until our child arrives.
Without hesitation, I will be who she needs in those minutes when doubt and fear creep in.
She nods, still grasping my shirt. “We can do this,” she says so fucking softly I can barely hear the words coming out of her mouth.
I tighten my hold on her. “Yeah, baby, we can. And we fuckin’ will. You’re gonna be a mum.”
Tears fill her eyes and I cup the back of her head so I can bring her lips to mine. Kissing her like my life fucking depends on it, I give her all the love inside me.
This woman owns me.
Every fucking piece of me.
When I’m finished, I wipe her tears. “You think you’ve got a girl or a boy in there?”
My question achieves my goal; the tension in Velvet’s shoulders eases and she blesses me with one of her smiles I would die for. “I’m hoping for a girl. I’d love to watch you turn grey because of a daughter.”
“Fuck,” I groan, loving every second of this conversation. If we could, I’d have ten kids with Velvet just for these kinds of conversations. “I don’t know what I’m in for, do I?” I may already be a father, but I’ve never parented with Velvet as my partner.
She gives me more of that beautiful smile. “You have no idea, Nash Walker.”
“All I can say is thank fuck I’m doing this with you.”
“Because?”
“Because you’ve always got me, sweet thing. You might wanna see me turn grey, and you might laugh your ass off while I struggle to watch our child start dating, and you might pretend to take their side at times, but I know you’ll make sure I don’t fall.”
Her hands come to my face as she turns serious. “Damn right I’ll never let you fall.” With that, she kisses me like she has never kissed me. It steals every last thought I have and tells me that we’re one in this. And fuck if that doesn’t feel like the best damn thing in the world.
Me and Velvet.
Parents.
Together.
To the very fucking end.
When she finally drags her mouth from mine, she says, “Can we please get out of here now?”
I grin. “What? You don’t like having conversations with me in a public toilet?”
“I really wish we could have had this conversation pretty much anywhere else but here.”
I keep grinning. “I don’t.” At her frown, I add, “It’s one of the most important conversations we’ll ever have and I fuckin’ love that I’ll never forget where we had it.”
“Sometimes I hate that you’re right.”
I laugh. “I know, baby, but I fuckin’ love that sometimes I am right.
You’re the smartest woman I know, and I’m more than good with that, but sometimes a man just wants to be right even though he knows he’s generally got fuckin’ Buckley’s of that happening.
” I smack her ass. “Now, turn this sweet ass around and walk it out of here and up to our room. There’s no fuckin’ way we’re going back to that reception. It’s time for Velvet lovin’ to begin.”
She makes my day for the second time when she does exactly what I tell her to do.
But hell, by the time we exit the lift onto our floor, I’m not convinced there’s going to be a lot of her lips around my cock happening.
Not when all we can talk about is the baby we’ve made and how much we’re going to love it.
Velvet and I are going to make the best fucking parents.
Mark my fucking words.