Chapter 16
sixteen
Kyleigh
Parker is on his activity mat in our bedroom, and I stand in the doorway of the ensuite between him on the floor and Rowan in the shower.
God, he looks good. Tired and worn down, but still so gorgeous.
He keeps telling me the stories of what they went through, and I really care and want to know, but the news about me being pregnant is on the tip of my tongue and pressing against my lips, demanding I blurt it out.
Holding this secret for the last day has felt like a year.
“They have this grandma Uber gang called GrannyGo, and they wear these purple velvet tracksuits that are bedazzled,” he says.
“Really?”
He turns off the water, opens the shower door, and if we didn’t have our son in the room, I might have jumped him.
“Ky, you can’t stare at my dick like that and not expect me to fuck you on this counter.” He strips the towel from the rack and dries himself.
“I wish all the couples weren’t having a little alone time right now because I’d ask them to watch Parker and let you fuck me on the counter.”
He steps out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist, and cuts across the room. He cages me to the door, glancing at Parker before his thigh nudges my legs open. “We could… I mean, he doesn’t know.”
“Rowan.” I push at his chest, and he chuckles.
“Yeah, I know, but you have no idea how badly I want you.” He runs his tongue along my jaw to my ear.
Reluctantly, I press my hands to his chest. “I do have an idea, because I want you just as bad.”
He kisses me briefly and goes to the sink, cracking his neck and putting on deodorant. I’ve watched him get ready so many times, but I’ve never appreciated how sexy he is. Well, I have, but it’s been a long time since I’ve clenched my thighs just watching him do everyday things.
“Tweetie was obsessed with Mabel’s cookies. I told you how he blew out the bathroom on the Greyhound, right? I’m waiting for that to show up on TMZ or some shit.”
I prop myself up on the counter. He slides between my open thighs and places his hands on my hips.
“And this guy at the car rental place.” He shakes his head. “He was so high, and he gave our car away. I thought I was going to reach across the desk and strangle him. I was so pissed.”
“Hey, sweetie.” I place my hands on his cheeks, running them down the stubble that’s grown there since yesterday.
He kisses me but starts into another story. “Oh, and there was this kid on the train. He said Drake was a better center than me—”
“Babe.” I try to get his attention again.
“You should’ve seen his dad’s face—”
“Rowan.”
He kisses me again and continues, “—on the plane—”
“I’m pregnant.”
He stops mid-sentence.
Shit.
“I’m sorry. That’s not how I wanted to tell you, but I just—” I fumble over my words, feeling even more nervous about his reaction now.
His eyebrows furrow, and he glances over his shoulder at Parker, then back at me. “You’re pregnant… again?”
“Well, yeah. I already had the first one.” I point at Parker.
“When did you take a test?”
I’m not sure about his reaction. I mean, we’ve talked about having more kids. And we haven’t been careful every time since Parker was born.
“Yesterday morning. I was late and so—”
“God, Ky, really?”
“Yes. Are you… not happy?” I thought he’d be more excited. Maybe he’s tired.
“Of course I’m happy. I’m just in shock. The picture you sent at Peeper’s yesterday—you had a vodka soda in your hand.”
I tilt my head at him.
His head rocks back in understanding. “Ah, you used my trick of soda and lime. Smart.”
I nod.
He scoops me up off the counter and walks me into the bedroom, where he deposits me on the bed. Then he picks up Parker and sits down next to me.
“A family of four,” he says, placing his hand on my stomach—the same way he did when we found out we were pregnant with Parker.
“Four,” I say, covering his hand with mine.
Parker smacks Rowan’s cheeks, and Rowan kisses his little palms before pulling us all into a hug. “This is the best Christmas gift. Does anyone else know? Let’s go tell them.”
I squeeze his hand. “Yeah… but hey… I don’t want to tell everyone yet. I mean with Eloise and Conor trying and—”
He nods. “Right, okay, let’s wait until at least after the holidays.”
I smile and lean my head on his shoulder, and Parker hits my cheeks. We lie in bed with Parker between us, playing with him and enjoying our family now that we’re all back together.
Until we hear Conor shout.